04x12 - Chuck Versus the Gobbler

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Chuck: Hi. I'm Chuck. Here are a few things that you might need to know:

Sarah: I will do anything in my power to help bring back Chuck's mother and to eliminate Volkoff and his organization.

Agent: Agent Sarah Walker, you're under arrest.
Sarah: What? !

Sarah: It was all a setup to establish my cover as a double agent.

I'm going undercover into Volkoff Industries.

I'm going to take them down from the inside.

Chuck: That's exactly how I lost my mom.

Sarah: That's exactly how you're going to get her back, Chuck.

I'm doing this for you, okay?

I'm doing it for us.

(groans quietly, panting)

Casey: That all you got?

Sorry.

Hey, you seen Bartowski?

Morgan (gruffly): That depends on who's askin'.

Sorry, I was just sort of workshopping a tough guy voice.

I need some more work. Huh.

Any-who, uh, I have not seen Chuck. What's up?

Casey; Well, Walker's been all over Europe, taking jobs as a rogue agent.

Volkoff's finally noticing.

Want to make sure Chuck's in the loop.

Morgan: That's great news.

But seeing as how Chuck is not here, do you have a second to have a little chitchat with me, man-to-man?

Casey: Yeah, sure.

Morgan: Yeah, but...

Listen...

Sarah going to be undercover in Volkoff Industries for a long, long time. and I think that Chuck will be hurting inside...

Casey: Ah, the feelings. I see why you came to me.

Morgan; Whoa, whoa, whoa-- seriously, these situations tend to send Chuck, well, to the dark side.

He'll wind up sitting around the house moping and sulking, and eating Cheetos, and... watching The View.

Anyways, I need your help in sort of, I don't know, keeping Chuck's spirits up.

Casey: Maybe we could tranq him till Walker gets back.

Huh! Here's Mr. Mopes now.

♪ ♪

Chuck: Morning, fellas! Hey.

You two are looking very dapper this a. m.

Casey; How's my crew? Crew. Well, you're chipper today.

Chuck: Yeah, well... I just heard the news about Sarah.

I mean, it's only been a few weeks and she's well on her way to taking down Volkoff and freeing my mom, so... what's not to be happy about?

Morgan:,Abso-toot-ly!

We were just talking about the same thing!

We're thrilled and very happy, and you're happy-- happy, happy, Chuck.

He's happy.

Chuck: I see. I get it.

I-I see what is going on here.

You're afraid I'm just going to sit around the house eating Fritos all day because Sarah's gone.

Morgan: I thought it might be Cheetos, but, uh, yeah.

Chuck: L-Look guys, I-I get it.

I-- and I appreciate your concern, I really do, but I've thought a lot about this.

When my mom disappeared into the Volkoff organization, her mission changed her.

She became a different person.

But that's never going to happen with Sarah.

Mm. Yes.

She'll always remain the exact same Sarah Walker.

♪ ♪

(doors thud shut)

Volkoff: Sarah Walker.

Love what you've done with the hair.

Please, sit.

I hear you've turned against the CIA.

Treason, was it?

Sarah: It was.

Volkoff: Hmm.

Bit out of character.

Sarah: Years ago, I told Chuck that I didn't want him to be a spy.

I tried to get him to run away with me.

Volkoff: But despite all your pleadings, he said, "no. "

Sarah: He did.

Volkoff; I knew it.

Sarah: But I still loved him.

We got trapped in a CIA-run world with no way out; no exit.

Unless...

Volkoff: There's always an "unless. "

Sarah: Unless I took matters into my own hands.

I turned on the CIA because I want to cash out and build a life.

It may sound foolish, but I'm trying to... buy a future with the man that I love.

Volkoff: You know, I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic myself. art of massage, that sort of stuff.

So... what do you want?

Sarah: I want to come and work with you.

Volkoff: Ms. Walker... even if you've told me the truth about your motives, why would I ever trust you?

Sarah: Fair question.

The reason you're going to trust me is because I'm not going to k*ll you, right here and right now.

Volkoff: You... are such fun.

Sarah: Thank you.

Volkoff (with Russian accent): "Velcome" to Volkoff Industries.

(tires screeching)

♪ Na-na na-na na-na ♪
♪ Na-na na-na na-na ♪
♪ Na-na na-na na-na ♪
♪ Na-na na-na na-na ♪
♪ Na-na na-na na-na ♪
♪ Na-na na-na na-na ♪

(whimpers)

Volkoff: Now, you and I have to discuss-- ♪ LA LA, LA LA ♪ how best to utilize your particular skills.

Sarah: Yes, let's.

Mary: Sarah Walker, a traitor.

This I had to see with my own two eyes.

Sarah: Well, it shouldn't come as a total surprise.

After all, your actions did serve as a... sort of inspiration.

Mary: Alexei, may I have a word in private?

She's going to betray you; you know that.

Volkoff: It depends how you define betrayal.

Now, remember your intentions when you first met me?

Now you're my right hand.

Have dinner with me.

Mary (whispers): Alexei!

Volkoff: Lunch, breakfast, uh, a bit of cake with a cup of coffee.

Mary: Alexei, stay focused.

Volkoff: You know I get great pleasure from bending people to my will.

Mary: I do.

Volkoff: She could be very useful to us.

Mary: What if we had her break Yuri out of prison?

Volkoff: That is a wicked idea.

Mary; Thank you.

Volkoff: Sarah, we're going to have you break out Yuri the Gobbler.

Now, don't ask why he's called that.

(snickering): It's because he eats people.

Basically, it's a su1c1de mission.

Sarah: I love a good su1c1de mission.

Volkoff: So do I.

(phone playing a series of tones)

Chuck: Morgan!

Dude, come here. Listen to this.

(hums cheerfully)

(series of tones playing)

Chuck: Pretty amazing, right?

Morgan: Dude, it's all sorts of amazing. Where do I start?

Are you putting Kahlua in your cereal again?

Chuck: Buddy-- the beeps-- that's Sarah.

Morgan: What?

Chuck: She can't use voice communication when she's undercover, so the CIA developed a tonal language for us, that only we understand.

Morgan: Get out of here.

Chuck: And right now, she's... she's saying she loves me.

Or she's planning on buying a Buick, I can't really tell.

It's a very confusing language; lot of nuances.

It's beeps and things, it's... I can understand.

Alex: Morgan! Can I borrow your T-shirt? But of course.

Chuck: I gather things are going well with Alex?

Morgan: So well. This girl... is the coolest girl I've ever dated-- and I've dated almost...

Chuck: Three? Three.

Morgan: Three? No.

Chuck: Three. Three.

Alex: Hey, Chuck.

Chuck: Don't freak out. Stay calm.

But your girlfriend is currently wearing your previously unworn, original issue, Zemeckis authenticated Back to the Future T-shirt.

Oh, dear sweet goodness.

Pizza, orange juice. Pizza, orange juice.

Morgan: What?

(romantic opera music plays)

(b*mb exploding)

(b*mb exploding)

Alex: Um...

Come back to bed so we can cuddle some more before I go to work

Morgan: Uh-huh. Absolutely.

Totally.

Chuck: There's still time-- you can get in there and save that T-shirt.

Morgan: No. I'm cool.

Chuck: Excuse me?

Morgan; Nah, she looked... just... really cute in it, didn't she?

Let me ask you a quick question.

What the hell's wrong with me?

Chuck: Nothing's wrong with you, my friend-- but I have news for you, Morgan.

I think you're in love.

(whispers): Morgan: What?

Okay.

I'm in love?

I'm in love.

Maybe you're right.

Wow. Do I tell her?

Chuck: Well, that's... that's a... kind of big deal.

Alex: Morgan!

Are you coming?

Morgan: Let's finish this conversation at the Buy More.

I have some more snuggling to do, and... no, I'm not embarrassed I just said that.

Mary: Stop exactly where you are.

There is one square meter of land on the entire compound that is never under surveillance, and we are currently standing on it.

Sarah: Mrs. Bartowski, I came here to help you take down Volkoff and get you the hell out of here.

Mary: Which is why I want you to break free Yuri.

He's Volkoff's most trusted bodyguard, but I think he has something to do the Hydra.

Sarah: Hydra?

Mary; Volkoff’s network.

A database of weapons buyers, sellers-- his entire infrastructure.

Early on, I realized that Hydra is more important than Volkoff himself.

Sarah: So how does the bodyguard fit in?

Mary: I really don't know.

But since Yuri was arrested, Volkoff's communications with his network have slowed to a stop.

(whispering): We should go.

Sarah, I need you to realize that going undercover in a place like this can require certain difficult choices.

Sarah: I'm well aware.

Mary: You might find yourself becoming someone you no longer recognize.

Sarah: I'm willing to do whatever it takes.

Ellie: Oh, good, I was, uh, I was just coming over to see you.

Chuck: Really. About what?

Well, I'm having a bit of an issue with Devon, and I was hoping that you could help.

Chuck: I told you I can't get him to stop cooking with no shirt on.

Ellie: It's not that.

I keep proposing baby names, and he keeps sh**ting 'em down, one after another.

Nothing works.

Chuck: That's ridiculous. I'm sorry, El.

Ellie: It's just that naming the baby is the last planning that we have to do before I can just relax and focus on the birth.

You know?

Chuck: Yeah.

No, yeah, totally.

W-W-What can I do to help?

Ellie: Well, I, I finally picked the perfect name and I don't want him to sh**t it down.

It's the most beautiful, unique, precious name for a girl.

Chuck: Well, don't keep me waiting.

What is it? Tell me.

Devon: Grunka?

I can't believe she's going to name her Grunka.

Devon: Dude.

Chuck: Dude.

Devon: Dude.

Chuck: Dude.

Devon: We can't.

Chuck:You can't.

Devon: Grunka isn't what you name your beautiful baby girl.

It's what you name... these people.

Chuck: Ellie said she wants the name to be original.

Right? Mm-hmm.

I think I may know a way to stop this Grunka in its tracks.

Casey: Hey.

Saw Alex leaving your apartment this morning... wearing your shirt.

Morgan; Hmm, right, Alex.

Uh, yeah, see, that's because, uh...

(clears throat)

... she didn't have a shirt. Hmm?

She-- well, what, what I was meaning to say is she couldn't, she couldn't find her shirt.

It was pretty cold, so we wear lots of shirts, and it's like a shirt party, you know.

(laughing nervously): It's kind of a...

Please don't k*ll me.

Okay? (growls)

I need you to know that I am a perfect gentleman with her, and honestly I, I really do care about her.

(inhales deeply)

Casey: That is all I wanted to know.

Morgan: Really?

Mm-hmm.

(slapping) Ow.

Chuck: Hey, any word from Beckman about what's going on with Sarah?

Casey: No, nothing yet. Still waiting for contact.

Computer Voice (over P. A. ): Surveillance disabled.

Casey: Whoever's in here, you're about to enter a world of hurt.

Morgan: Yeah, serious world of hurt.

Sarah: Hello, boys.

(sighs)

Chuck: Honey.

Sarah: Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry for all the drama, but nobody can know that I'm here.

I had to disable the surveillance.

(sighs)

Morgan: Wow...

Sarah, you look evocative.

Sarah: It's so great to see all of your faces, but I don't have much time before I have to leave.

I'm being sent to Seabrook Supermax Prison and I need you to create a diversion for me.

Chuck; Sorry.

Sorry, you just, you, you just, you look so different.

(chuckles)

You know, hair change.

That's a big-- it's kind of a drastic...

What do you, how do you, how do you do that?

Is that a wash or a wig?

Sarah: Uh, right, I need you to create a diversion so that I can break out this man: Yuri Gobrienko, aka Yuri the Gobbler.

Morgan; Yikes, a big mother.

Casey: Eh, big doesn't always mean bad.

Sarah: Here are some photographs of his victims.

Chuck (groaning) Oh, that's not good.

Casey: That's impressive.

Sarah; The Gobbler is Volkoff's main bodyguard, but your mom believes that he has some connection to Volkoff's database.

Code name Hydra.

(beeping)

I have to rendezvous with Volkoff's men.

Find a way into the prison.

I'll meet you inside.

Chuck: Sarah, Sarah, wait, hey, I know you gotta go, but...

Sarah: I missed you, too, Chuck.

Chuck: Wow.

I-- it's kind of, it's kind of like I'm cheating on you with you, right now.

Sarah; Good-bye.

Call me on the secure line with the plan.

Chuck: Got it.

See you in prison. (door closes)

Guard: What do we got?

Casey: Transfer from Gen Pop.

Guard: The inmates are having rec time.

Careful, it's been almost two days without a stabbing.

We're due.

Chuck: I was thinking maybe we should just postpone this mission just long enough for everyone here to get all the stabbings out of their systems.

What do you say?

Morgan; Chuck, listen to me.

That tattoo on your face belongs to the most ruthless g*ng in North America.

Well, you just tap on this bad boy right here and... uh, it's instant respect.

Chuck: What have you done?

Morgan: Hmm?

Just a little bit of a, of a smudge.

Casey: Focus, guys-- timing's limited.

We can only divert surveillance for a short period of time.

Chuck: Yeah, and then when you do, make sure you signal me as fast as possible so I can flash and neutralize the Gobbler.

Casey: You just make sure he's out cold.

He can't know Walker had any help getting him out of here.

Morgan; Yeah, yeah, no-- good, good, good.

Good old-fashioned prison fight.

I'm excited, you know?

You take out the biggest and baddest dude in that place, and guess who's top dog.

You are, all right?

You look better without it-- tougher.

All right, guys, listen up.

New dude in here.

Don't mean to interrupt your little game of Mah-jongg, but we got ourselves a real k*ller here today.

Yep.

New guy here likes to fight other dudes.

I would be very, very careful of this guy.

k*ller.

This is the guy.

This is the guy you don't want to mess with.

All right, dangerous.

Chuck: Morgan, I think they get the point.

They all look like they want to k*ll me.

Morgan: Well, you're welcome, okay.

As you were, guys.

Carry on.

(clears throat)

Chuck: So... which one of you is Yuri the Gobbler?

(indistinct chatter)

Inmate: Please, not so loud.

Chuck: What's going on here?

What are you doing there?

What's the eye thing all about?

Inmate: The last time I pointed at him, he did this.

Swallowed 'em whole.

CASEY (over earpiece): All right, Bartowski, Walker arrives in three minutes.

Prepare to initiate the fight.

Oh, boy.

The surveillance room is just up here.

Morgan: So, listen, um, Alex, you know, uh, hypothetically, very hypothetically, how do you think that she would respond to, let's say, me saying "I love you"?

Stupid thing to say.

Morgan: What if I actually mean it?

Casey; No, the words are stupid.

You love someone, you show 'em.

Heck, I went to her apartment, built her a shelf yesterday.

Morgan; Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You've never told your daughter that you love her?

I mean, that just seems wrong.

Casey: I didn't ask you what you think, did I?

Inmate: You can talk to me.

I know a lot about love.

(chuckles) Yeah, no, totally.

Chuck: Moving in on the Gobbler now.

The closer you get, the bigger he gets.

Morgan: Okay, let's get this guard off the surveillance monitors. You ready?

It's the only way, right?

We gotta do what we gotta do.

What's his name again?

Steve.

Morgan: Oh, yeah, Steve.

Steve:,Hey.

Who are you guys?

Casey: You know, it goes against everything I believe in to interfere with a hard-working guard protecting American citizens, but this just has to be done.

Morgan: Happy birthday, Steve.

Casey: I know it's a little late, but all the guards down in Gen Pop-- we wanted to wish you a happy birthday.

Chuck: Hey.

You Yuri the Gobbler?

Yuri: What do you want?

Chuck: I want your seat.

It looks comfortable.

Yuri: You try to make point, huh?

Show everyone that you can, uh, take me out?

Chuck: Yeah, well, maybe I am and maybe I just want your chair.

Morgan and Casey: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you... ♪

Casey: You've got 45 seconds. Take him out.

Yuri: Then let me give it to you.

(both grunting, inmates cheering)

Morgan and Casey: ♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To you. ♪

(laughter)

♪ ♪

Chuck: I'm gonna need a little more time here, guys. Stretch it out!

Steve: Guess I'd better get back to the grind.

(stammering)

♪ How old ♪
♪ Are you now? ♪

(both grunting)

Guard: Hey, what the hell is going on in here?

Nobody told us there was a birthday.

(chuckling): Oh... cake.

Yeah, it's birthday cake.

♪ ♪

Here.

Steve, for you, a big piece.

I don't want to hear any of that, you know, "Oh, give me a skinny slice. "

That's good.

♪ ♪

Sarah: I'm in.

What's the status on the Gobbler?

Chuck: Oh, oh! (growling)

He's hungry! He's hungry!

Uh, who wants a frosted flower?

Sarah: Casey, we need you to unlock the east entrance.

(clanging)

(men gasping and shouting)

(panting)

Chuck: Top dog!

(men cheering, whistling)

(beeps)

Sarah: Thanks. I owe you one.

Casey: He's in the rec area at the end of the hall.

Sarah: You okay? Hmm?

Casey: Oh, just frosting. Don't ask.

Inmate: Hey, sweetness.

That's a mighty fine chair you got there.

I want it.

Chuck: Oh, for heaven's sake. Honestly? Right now?

I can't just be top dog for a minute?

Get up!

(men gasping)

Sarah: What are you looking at?

Nothing.

(sighs) Chuck: Well, looks like you're top dog now.

Sarah: What?

Chuck: It doesn't matter.

(tires squeal)

Casey: Let's go. Come on.

Morgan: I love sourdough.

Chuck: I love you.

Was that weird? That whole finger kiss thingy?

Sarah: A little. But I love you, too.

Chuck: I hate this, when you leave.

But it's all going to be over soon.

Sarah: I hope so.

Chuck: Of course. Of course it will.

We got the Gobbler. That's big, right?

Sarah: It could be, yeah.

Chuck, your mom's been doing this for many years.

It...

It just could take some time.

♪ ♪

Okay.

(Yuri the Gobbler groans)

Sarah: I'll let you know what we learn.

(engine starts) Bye.

Chuck: Bye.

Devon: I'm thinking about a new toaster, babe.

I mean, toaster technology has come a long way.

Lester: Hello. Beautiful friend.

Eleanor. Uh, can I be of help?

Devon; We were just talking about a new toaster oven.

Lester: Toaster oven? More like bun in the oven.

(all chuckling) Right.

Sure.

Lestee: Any thoughts on names, or...

Ellie: Actually, we have. We're naming her Grunka.

Lester: Grunka. Grunka.

Wow.

Wow. I lost my virginity to a girl named Grunka.

Filthy, filthy lady.

Hard to believe she was a grandmother.

Devon: Oh...

That's just gross, babe.

Lester: She was gross.

Sticks in the head.

Devon: We should really rethink the name.

Ellie: Actually, I'm pretty happy with my choice.

Big mike: Sorry to interrupt.

Were you guys talking about that famous Armenian serial k*ller, Grunka Kassabian?

Devon: What? Serial k*ller?

Ellie; Yes. Yes, we were.

Don't think I don't understand what you're doing here, Devon.

I'm gonna go wait in the car.

Big mike: Mission accomplished.

Jeff: Grunka, huh? Love that name.

Ellie: I haven't even told you the name yet.

Jeff: Right. Ask first, then say my line.

Sorry.

Hi, um... uh, yeah.

Uh, so what are you naming your baby?

(sighs)

Volkoff: Yuri.

So good to see you.

Yuri: Mr. Volkoff.

Volkoff: I love working with this man.

We have a long and storied history.

You know, when you were captured, I was at a complete loss.

My safety compromised.

The one and only agent with complete access to my Hydra database, under lock and key.

Yuri: I am sorry.

Volkoff: Oh, don't apologize.

(chuckles)

I'm not angry.

Just disappointed.

Yuri: Disappointed?

Volkoff: Well, a little disappointed.

No. Very disappointed.

(sh*t fires)

(body thuds)

(raspy chuckle)

Volkoff: Sorry.

I have a hard time with disappointment.

Chuck: It feels weird, coming back from a mission without Sarah, doesn't it?

Casey: A little bit.

Could just be indigestion, though.

Morgan: We ate a lot of cake.

Chuck: You know, Sarah and I just, uh... kind of started this ritual.

After a rough mission, we'd order a pizza and play a board game, just unwind, you know?

I guess that's not gonna happen for a little while now, is it?

Hey, did-did we record The View?

Morgan: Oh...

sh**t, I don't know if I... did that or not. But, you know, it's funny that you should mention the whole board game thing.

'Cause we were just talking about how we were itching to-to play a classic board game.

Weren't we, Casey?

Casey: We were.

Morgan: We were.

So...

Great!

Mary: Alexei, what did you do?

He's the only one who knew about Hydra.

Volkoff: No, Yuri didn't know about Hydra.

Yuri was Hydra.

(squishing)

(grunts)

Volkoff: Oh...

Just a moment.

(squishing)

(pop)

Volkoff: Oh! Got it.

(raspy laugh)

I hired Yuri to carry this device on him at all times.

It cost him an eyeball, but earned him an unparalleled place in my corporation.

But Yuri got careless, got himself captured.

So the Hydra device had to be extracted.

Mary: So this is your database

Volkoff: Much more than just a database.

This is how I communicate with my people.

None of them knows each other.

None of them are aware of what part they play in my puzzle.

Hydra allows me to see everything.

Hydra is the heart of Volkoff Industries.

But, the fact that you're even seeing this proves that it has a flaw.

Human error.

Yuri's shortcomings made me realize what a risk the eye was.

Sarah: So you just destroyed the whole system?

(laughing)

Volkoff: Of course not.

I just downloaded all the data to a more secure backup location.

Mary: Good. No more complications.

Volkoff: Now, good work, Sarah.

But before I reward you, there is one small issue that we still have to take care of.

Come.

The jet's ready to depart.

Actually, no.

There are two issues.

We've got a dead body on the floor.

Phyllis, cleanup!

Casey: World domination never gets old.

Chuck: Guys, thanks for keeping my spirits up.

I really appreciate it.

Morgan: Yeah. Of course. If there's anything else you feel like talking about, feel free.

You know I'm a good listener, and Casey's...

Casey.

Chuck: Yeah, I get it.

It's hard, you know. I wish I could bottle my feelings up and not be so vulnerable.

Casey: Well, maybe you should tell that to your armies in Australia.

Chuck: You've got to be kidding me.

(imitates expl*si*n)

Okay.

(cell phone beeps)

Morgan: Who is that? Is it Alex?

'Cause, uh, maybe if we're all in this sort of caring mood, you could send her a little text that says, "I love you. "

You know, which would be nice for the both of you.

Casey: It's Walker. She needs to meet.

Chuck: She didn't use the secure line?

Well, okay. Fine Let's go, then.

Casey: No, She said, "Come alone. "

Volkoff must be in the vicinity.

Chuck: Ca-- No, no. Casey, forget that.

She needs us.

Casey: Bartowski, this is a delicate situation. Volkoff knows who you are.

You stay put.

Trouble comes up, I'll be in contact.

Volkoff: When you broke the Gobbler out of prison, did you, by any chance, happen to run into this man?

Sarah: I was using him.

He's still loyal to me, so why not take advantage of that?

Volkoff: Good answer.

Now, let's prove that it's true.

I took the liberty of posing as you and summoning him here.

All I want you to do is go up to the ninth floor, and k*ll John Casey.

Frost will go with you to make sure it all happens correctly.

Oh! By the way!

I'll be watching.

So let's make it exciting.

Have fun with it.

Sarah: There are so many cameras here
How the hell am I supposed to make this look real?

Mary: I don't know.

But if you find a way, give him this.

Sarah: I will.

Buy me some time if Volkoff comes up here.

Chuck: Buddy, I can't take it anymore.

I got to figure out where Casey is meeting Sarah.

Morgan; Dude, I know you miss your girl, believe me, but Casey said that we had to stay put.

Chuck; No. No, Morgan.

This is not about me missing her, okay?

What if they're in danger? What if they need the Intersect?

I'm going to Castle. Maybe I can hack into Casey's phone.

Morgan; Trident Tower, ninth floor.

Chuck: What?

Morgan: Trident Tower, ninth floor-- that's where they're going.

I happen to be really good at the quick-look-at-your-phone when-you-get-a-text-but you-didn't-know-I-looked look.

You're angry at me because I withheld information.

I get it, but, dude, I... (door closes)

I thought I did it for your own good.

And, by the way, I didn't even... know that you were gone, so-so that's interesting.

I'm just pretty much here talking to myself.

My turn.

(sighs)

(gasps) Casey: What you doing, Walker? Hmm?

(grunting)

Volkoff: That a girl.

(grunting)

Casey: What are you doing?

Sarah: I'm supposed to k*ll you.

Volkoff is watching.

Look. (grunts)

(grunting)

Good. Now follow my lead.

(both grunting)

Chuck: General, something's up.

There are guards in front of the building.

Casey was contacted off the secure line.

I'll call you when I have eyes on him.

(g*ns cocking)

Volkofd: Chuck, you're just in time.

Chuck: Just in time for what?

Volkoff: There's a particular moment when an agent makes the decision to stop pretending, and to take the leap to join the other side.

It's a game-changing step.

Your mother made it all those years ago.

And now, if you'll come with me, we'll see if Sarah's going to make the same step.

I think she will. Come on.

(both grunting)

Sarah: I can't leave here without k*lling you.

How do we sell this?

Duck. (gasps)

Casey; Oh! I'll let you retrieve your w*apon, you sh**t me in the shoulder. (both grunt)

Sarah: I'm not going to sh**t you.

Volkoff: Look who I found!

Mary: Chuck!

What are you doing here?

Volkoff: Well, I thought we had a truce, but I like a little rascal who doesn't always listen.

Chuck: Truce, huh?

You have an interesting way of keeping your end of the bargain, Alexei.

(both grunting)

Casey: Okay, then.

(grunts)

Casey: Throw me out the window.

Sarah: What? !

Casey: The window.

(both grunt)

Look, there's a little platform down there.

It's only 40 feet.

I've done 60, easy.

(both grunt)

I'll be fine, I promise.

Sarah: Okay. But you better be fine, or else I'll really k*ll you.

Casey: Okay.

Chuck: I'm here to find Casey. Where is he?

Volkoff: I'll show you.

Sarah: When you get back to Castle, give this to Chuck.

Casey: Huh?

Okay?

(both grunting)

Volkoff: Quite a brawl.

(both grunting, blows thudding)

Chuck: Sarah?

Volkoff: I notice your g*n's gone missing.

You want me to finish him?

Sarah; No.

(panting)

Volkoff: k*ll him, Agent Walker.

Casey: Is that all you got? Huh?

(both grunt)

Chuck: No!

No, Casey!

No!

(grunts)

(groaning)

(laughs)

(sighs)

(creaking)

Whoa!

(yelling)

(gasps)

Sarah: It's done.

Chuck: Why... ?

Why?

Volkoff:,Why?

Don't you see, Charles?

She did this all for you.

(Sarah panting)

Volkoff: Bit of paternal advice.

You might want to give her a little bit of space.

Taking a leap like this is painful for all involved.

But congratulations.

You're one step closer to the woman you love.

Sarah: Chuck...

Chuck?

Volkoff:,You ready to go?

(sighs)

Sarah: I'm ready.

Volkoff: Good.

Captain: I'm sorry.

Maybe involving Chuck's cronies wasn't the best idea.

Okay, it was the worst idea.

Ellie: Look, not having the baby named is making me a little anxious, and I understand if you don't like that name, but you haven't liked any name.

Devon: What? ! I've liked names.

Ellie: Like what?

Devon: Like, um...

Like Clara.

Ellie: Well, I like Clara.

Devon: Really?

Ellie: Yeah.

Devon: Clara.

Is that her name?

I mean, this is a huge decision.

One that'll set her path the rest of her life.

Ellie: Devon, we are gonna have to make a million decisions like this.

This is called being a parent.

Devon: I know, but this is the first one.

I think I've been stalling just because I want to get it right.

Ellie: Okay, I'll make it easy for you-- Clara or Grunka?

Devon: Clara it is!

(laughs)

Ellie: Little Clara Woodcomb.

I can't believe you thought I was gonna name our baby Grunka.

Grunka-- the name of the spoons that I bought at Ikea.

I had you going there for a minute, though.

Devon: Spoons?

Ellie: Mm-hmm.

Devon: From Ikea?

Ellie: That's right.

♪ ♪

Mary: It gets easier.

Sarah: How?

Mary: Distance.

Volkoff: Ladies... invigorating work back there.

Let's get home.

Chuck: How, Morgan?

How could she do this?

Alex: Oh, my God-- Dad.

He looks awful.

I barely even know him, and I already love him so much.

Morgan: I know.

Well, he's going to be okay.

I promise.

And he loves you, too.

Trust me.

More than you know.

♪ ♪

(phone vibrating)

(sighs)

Sarah (whispers):Distance.

(sighs)