04x24 - Chuck Versus the Cliffhanger

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Chuck; Hi I'm Chuck.

Here are a few things that you might need to know.

Sarah: There was an Intersect before Chuck?

Ellie: Dad used this program to input a new identity into an operative, but once he went undercover, something went wrong.

The program took over.

Chuck: Agent X is Alexei Volkoff?

Casey: The CIA created one of the most murderous men in the history of the world.

You know what happens if they find out we know?

They order a guy like me to put a b*llet in each one of our heads.

Riley: The Norseman device.

Vivian: It can k*ll a sing person in the middle of a crowd with 100% accuracy.

Sarah; God, what is that noise?

Chuck; Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, no, no, no, no, no, help me!

(guests gasping)

Chuck: You awake?

Sarah; Are you thinking about the wedding?

Chuck; It's exactly one week away, one single, solitary week.

Sarah; Chuck, what if it rains?

Chuck: That's good luck, right?

Sarah: Well, what if it doesn't?

Chuck:,Are we freaking out? We're freaking out.

That's normal, though, it's normal to freak out a little bit a week before a wedding.

Sarah: Unless...

Chuck; It's cold feet?

No, no, no, because I want to marry you.

Sarah; I really want to marry you, too.

It's just the church and exchanging intimate feelings in front of a crowd.

Chuck: Wait, what if we did a dry run?

Sarah: A dry run?

Chuck ; Yeah, yeah, a dry run, you know, that way we can work out the kinks-- no people, no cameras.

Practice makes...

Sarah: Perfect.

We'll be ready for anything.

Chuck: The poison is called thorium.

I don't know much about it other than seeing it k*ll a room full of men.

Ellie: Thorium is a radioactive metal, not a poison.

Was it liquid or solid?

Chuck: Liquid, yellowish.

It's linked to her DNA somehow.

Ellie: Then the thorium's been synthesized.

Devon, do you have any ideas?

Devon; Poison g*ns aren't in the textbooks. She's burning up.

Ellie: I need a bath basin stat.

Hypothermia will decrease the heart rate and hopefully slow down any tissue damage.

Chuck, if she's going to survive the next 24 hours, we need to know exactly how this poison works.

Devon; And if it's exotic like you're saying, we need to find an antidote.

Morgan; Okay, I told everybody at the party that she had food poisoning and that she's going to be fine.

(grunts)

She's going to be fine, right?

SARAH (weakly): Chuck.

Chuck; Hey.

Hey.

Hey, baby, hi, I'm right here.

Sarah; You look worried.

Chuck; No, you know, it's just, just wedding stuff.

Sarah; Don't freak out.

We're ready for it.

Chuck; Sarah.

Baby, I'm going to fix this.

We're going to get married and be together forever.

I love you.

There's only one person who can get us that antidote, and it's the man who made the damn thing.

Casey; Hmm.

Chuck; Volkoff.

Casey; Well, Volkoff's in a super max penitentiary.

It'd take weeks to get clearance.

Chuck: Well, then, I guess we're just going to have to break in tonight.

There. Mom, we've reached Volkoff's cell.

Mary: Copy that, Chuck, you have precisely two minutes before the alarm system comes back up.

Casey: Already open.

Chuck: That's not right.

Casey, where is Volkoff?

(over intercom) MAN : He's gone, Agent Bartowski.

Stay where you are.

Chuck, what is going on in there?

Casey: I know that voice.

Chuck; Casey, you're going pale.

I go pale, you don't go pale.

Casey; Remember when I told you opening up the Agent X files would draw out a remorseless son of a bitch that would destroy our whole team without breaking a sweat?

This is the guy they hire to k*ll that guy.

Agent Bartowski, Colonel Casey.

Chuck: Listen, pal, I don't know who you are and frankly I don't care.

I need Volkoff to save Sarah Walker's life.

Now, where is he?

Decker; Name's Decker, Clyde Decker, and I'm informing you of a wash order on the Agent X program and Operation Bartowski.

What does that mean?

Decker: It means your CIA resources are revoked.

But Sarah is dying.

Decker: I don't care!

Now, stand down or get buried.

Chuck: No.

Decker; No?

Chuck: Let me explain.

(alarm blaring)

That guy might think he's a hard-ass, but I'm the Intersect.

Casey: Let's move.

♪ Chuck 4x24 ♪
Chuck Versus the Cliffhanger
Original Air Date on May 16, 2011

Ellie: Chuck. ?

CHUCK (over phone): Any news?

Ellie: Sarah's temperature is down, but it's not stabilizing.

Chuck: What does that mean, El?

Ellie; Well, there's signs of a total- body dose of radiation.

She's breathing on her own, but she's in and out of consciousness.

Chuck; How long does she have?

Ellie: At this rate, I would say that she has 12 hours.

Casey: She's here.

Chuck: Thanks for helping us, General.

Beckman;,Decker is transporting Volkoff to a black site outside Phoenix.

No one who's gone in has ever come out.

Casey; We need to intercept Volkoff in transit.

Beckman; They're on the 10 East an hour ahead of you.

Mary; Well, then, we need something with speed.

Chuck: Can we still get into Castle?

Beckman; Chuck, you realize, if you go against Decker, you're going against the CIA.

You and Sarah will have to disappear forever.

You'll never see your family again.

Chuck: I'll do anything I need to do to save Sarah.

Beckman; This should work.

Casey: So what's the bright idea, Chuck?

Mary: And why are you keeping us in the dark?

Chuck: I want the Nighthawk.

Mary; Absolutely not.

A prototype-- never been tested.

Casey: 11 hours and counting--

Chuck: I don't give a damn.

♪ ♪

Casey: You're not even supposed to know about the Nighthawk.

Chuck: Come on, you thought you could keep a super bike secret from me?

She'll do 250 on the highway.

You two will navigate from Castle.

Mary; Chuck, have you ever even ridden a motorcycle?

And I hope to God the answer is no.

♪ ♪

Mary: Charles, I know time is of the essence, but you are driving awfully fast.

Chuck; Sorry, Mom.

Decker;,Don't get all icy on me, Volkoff.

I come in peace.

This transfer is not about k*lling you.

CIA wants you for some testing, that's all.

Volkoff: Testing?

Decker: Regarding Agent X.

You playing coy or you don't remember any of this?

Chuck; Casey, Casey, I'm coming up on the transport.

Decker; Your real name is Hartley Winterbottom.

(laughs)

Volkoff: Nobody names a person that.

Decker: Volkoff is a fictitious profile you created with Stephen J. Bartowski.

Volkoff; What on earth are you talking about?

Decker; Tech boys wanted you sans Volkoff, so...

do svidaniya, Alexei.

(groaning)

Chuck; Casey, Mom, light it up.

Casey; Hold tight.

(over comms) MAN: We're under att*ck.

Volkoff has been breached. Need backup.

Casey: Chuck, you have 60 seconds to get him out of there.

They've called in air support.

(sighs)

Chuck; Hey.

(grunts)

Come on, wake up.

You're coming with me.

Volkoff: I am?

Why?

Chuck: Vivian sh*t Sarah with The Norseman--

I don't have time to explain everything right now.

Volkoff: Who sh*t whom with what?

Decker: Bartowski, you are galactically insubordinate.

I'm almost impressed.

Chuck: I'm taking Volkoff with me.

Decker; One problem-- that ain't Volkoff.

His name's Hartley.

Volkoff was an Intersect implant.

It's gone now.

Hartley; Hello.

Decker; Gentle as a lamb.

Give up, Chuck, you're done.

Hartley; Um, um, Bartowski.

Are you related to Stephen Bartowski?

I'm his son, and you're coming with me right now.

Hartley: On that?

That looks very dangerous.

I said now!

You are kidnapping a government prisoner, peckerwood!

Hang tight.

Uh-huh.

(screaming)

Hartley; Is he still in charge?

Casey: (chuckles) If only.

Mary: The Volkoff profile that you and Stephen developed for the Intersect was only supposed to last for a couple months.

Hartley; What did I do?

I mean, what did Volkoff do for 30 years?

What kind of a man was I?

Mary; You were very successful in a highly competitive business.

Hartley: No, Mary.

There's got to be more to it than that.

If someone's been struck by The Norseman.

Chuck: Hartley, I'm sorry, but we don't have time for this. Okay, please.

My fiancée has been poisoned by The Norseman, and right now, I need your help to save her life.

Hartley; Right, right, The Norseman.

Um, it was developed alongside the Intersect.

And it was a w*apon of deterrence.

They were going to collect the DNA of all the top black marketeers in the world.

Casey; Oh, you could whack 'em if they got out of line.

That's smart. Reagan smart.

Hartley: Yeah. Peace through v*olence.

Remember, it was the '80s.

Hartley, is there an antidote?

Iridium 5.

Okay, how-how... how do we get it?

Hartley: Oh, it's simple. I can make that for you.

Chuck; Great. That's great. That's fantastic.

We'll talk on the way to the hospital. Let's go.

Casey: Once we secure the antidote, we'll discuss our plans for Viv.

Hartley; Viv?

Casey: Yeah, gal named Vivian fired The Norseman on Sarah.

Chuck; Which doesn't matter right now. What does is the antidote.

Hartley: Charles, who's Vivian?

It's a Winterbottom family name.

She's your daughter.

Hartley; My daughter?

And she's your enemy?

Chuck: It's a long story.

Terrible mistakes were made.

And now we have to clean them up.

Will you help me save Sarah?

Hartley; Yeah. Of course I will.

Thank you.

(rhythmic beeping)

Sarah: Okay, here we go.

(laughs)

(laughs)

(clears throat)

Okay.

(clears throat)

Sarah; That's all you... That's all you got there?

Chuck; I mean, these are our wedding vows, after all, so...

I think I covered the bases.

Okay, cool. Yeah, good, good.

You go, then I'll go, and then we'll have a little note session afterwards.

Chuck: Okay. I'm just gonna go...

You-You go, mm-hmm. (clears throat)

Sarah: "Chuck, "you're a gift.

"You're a gift I never dreamed I could want or need, "and every day, I will show you "that you're a gift that I deserve.

"You make me the best person I could ever hope to be, "and I want to spend and learn and love the rest of my life with you. "

Sarah: Talky?

Chuck: Perfect.

So perfect. So perfect. Oh, my God.

Sarah. Oh, Sarah.

Oh, mine are a tear-down.

This is a page one rewrite.

I scripted a wardrobe change.

You know, and a pause for applause.

Sarah; Chuck, don't freak out.

Whatever they are, they will be perfect.

Ellie: Something's wrong.

The Iridium slowed the spread of the poison, but her temperature is creeping back up.

What are we talking about?

(sighs) I think that you bought more time, but she's still deteriorating.

(monitor beeping)

Chuck: Okay, okay. Okay, what's next?

I don't know.

Chuck: What do you mean, you don't... ?

Come on. Come on, people, think. Think about this.

If there's an Iridium 5, there's got to be an Iridium 6, right?

(sighs)

Mary; About four years ago, Volkoff was working on a new compound.

Very secret.

File was labeled "Lead Apron. "

Chuck: Which is a way to protect against radioactive poisoning.

Hartley: Volkoff must have known that...

No, must have known that number five was weak, and developed the next stage antidote, Iridium 6.

Mary: Volkoff kept the project close, at his Moscow base.

Chuck; El, what's our time frame?

Ellie: A day, maybe less.

Casey; And we're out of here ASAP.

I still have friends in Global Strike Command.

They'll be happy to give us a free jump to Russia.

They love mixing it up with the Reds.

Decker: Bartowski!

(g*ns cocking)

Hartley:,g*ns.

Decker: You may be the Intersect, boy, but you can't outrun a b*llet.

(sighs)

(grunting)

(electrical humming, groaning)

Mary: Chuck!

(grunting)

Morgan:?So, of course, Chuck goes marching back to these bullies, and he demands them to give me back my pants.

Says he's gonna call the Intergalactic Firestorm Federation, which, by the way, doesn't exist.

There's no such thing.

Chuck just, you know, made it up on the spot, but, uh, he got me my pants back.

You know, I love those pants.

Anyway, long story just to say that...

Chuck never gives up.

You know that already.

(monitor beeping)

(Chuck panting)

(grunting)

(panting)

Chuck; What are you doing?

Sarah's dying!

Decker; I'm aware of that.

Chuck; You're aware of that? I can save her. Please.

She's CIA, just like you, Decker.

Let me go get the antidote.

One last mission. That's all I'm asking for.

Decker: You're fired, Chuck.

As of... right now.

Operation Bartowski is done.

The Buy More is for sale.

Chuck: Fine. Fine. Fire me. Just let me go.

Decker; Chuck, there is one last thing I need from you.

Some CIA property.

Chuck:?What is that?

Decker; A suppression device.

They say it only hurts... a lot.

(gasps)

Chuck; What... ?

(creaking) No. No, no, no, no, no!

Don't take the Intersect! I need it for the antidote.

I need it to save Sarah!

Decker: I know, Chuck. I know.

Chuck; No!

(whirring and squealing)

(grunts)

Chuck; No!

(static crackling, various voices, shouts)

Casey: What do you want, Clyde?

Decker; You're going to convince Agent Bartowski and his mom that this is over.

No one can know the true origin of Alexei Volkoff.

Casey: Hmm?

Decker; Uncuff him.

John, I don't need to thr*aten you to follow an order.

You're a Marine.

Now, you're going to do this to protect the greater good.

Your country.

Casey; Hmm.

I'm onto you.

You know I'm not gonna bail out on Walker.

You think I'm just gonna accept your offer, try to escape with Frost and Chuck.

But it's a setup.

And when I make my move, you k*ll us all.

In the report, you make yourself out to be the good guy, right?

A real hero.

Decker; It's all right.

See... John...

(sighs)

... I'm not afraid... to be the bad guy.

Casey: Neither am I.

(grunting)

(alarm blaring)

(beeps, whoosh)

Morgan: Hey, Casey, what's up?

Casey; We're making our move.

Does the CIA still have a man on you?

Morgan: Yes. Yes, they do.

Casey; Well, take him out now!

Meet me back at the apartment.

Morgan; Yes, sir. Okay, all right.

(beeps, whooshing)

What's going on?

Casey: We're getting Chuck and Hartley out of here.

Your mom and I are the magnet.

We're gonna stay here and distract Decker.

You two get out in the confusion.

It's the only way you'll make it to Moscow.

Chuck: But Casey, they took the Intersect out of me.

Casey; Shut up. You're Chuck Bartowski, the second best spy I've ever worked with.

Now you're gonna go save the best one.

Hartley; I-I'm sorry. What am I supposed to do?

Mary: You and Chuck need to break into Volkoff Industries.

There'll be lots of security there, so, you'll have to go as your old self.

Hartley; Of course, as Volkoff.

Mary; Yes, but he's not you.

He's a mean, dictatorial, conniving...

Chuck: Manipulative, amoral...

Casey: Limey with relatively good teeth.

Hartley: Sounds like I was a monster.

All: You were.

Hartley: And you didn't tell me this for a reason?

My daughter.

I made her into me?

(alarms blaring)

I made her into Volkoff.

Mary: I'm sorry, Hartley.

Morgan: Hey, guys, guys, we have a situation.

All right, we need to take out this CIA guard at the end of the hall.

Devon; What? Dude, we don't do that kind of thing.

Ellie: Wait. Morgan, is he dangerous?

Morgan; Yes. Yes, very.

Ellie: Devon, take him out.

Morgan; Wait. What? No. I'm standing right here.

Okay, I'm the professional spy.

Devon will go and distract this guard.

I will be the one doing the taking out.

Little spy maneuver we like to call "the magnet. "

Devon: So, what, you're gonna punch him out?

Morgan: Mm. I don't know. Probably sweep the leg.

Haven't decided. I like to improvise.

(beeping)

Casey; Move. Up.

Chuck?

New identities. Untraceable.

Extremely rare.

I made them years ago for an occasion just like this.

Mary: You have to use them, Chuck.

You and Sarah need to disappear.

Chuck: Got it.

Casey, if I never...

Casey; You get the antidote, you get it to Sarah, then disappear.

You do whatever it takes, you save her.

Chuck; Am I ever gonna see you again, Mom?

Mary: Not if everything goes right.

Good-bye, Chuck.

Chuck: I love you.

Casey:,Come on, come on.

Morgan : All right, Morgan, sweep the leg.

Or karate chop.

Or roundhouse kick.

Or running... Or, uh...

Or, uh...

(grunts)

(mouthing)

You are supposed to be the magnet.

Devon; Dude, sweep the leg?

Come on.

In real life, you just make a fist and you hit him as hard as you can.

Morgan:,You got lucky.

(beeping)

(sighs)

Hartley: So this is it--

Volkoff Industries.

It's, uh... very stark.

Charles, do you think this suit is a bit much?

T-Too much sheen?

Chuck; Remember, Hartley, you are Alexei Volkoff, okay?

Don't think about the suit.

Just say as little as possible and we'll be fine.

Think angry thoughts.

Hartley: Um, actually, my mind has just gone blank.

I think I've forgotten the plan again.

Chuck: Simply approach the receptionist and tell her in a very bold and Volkoffian way, you are here to see Vivian.

She'll lead us to your private elevator.

Once inside the elevator, I'll slip into the air shaft, go to the lab. (sighs)

Hartley: I can't do it.

Chuck: No, you have to do it.

Hartley; No, I'm not this man, I'm a scientist.

Your plan is not going to work, Charles.

Chuck; Listen to me, it will work.

My plans always work, I promise.

Hartley: But you're not the spy you used to be and I'm not the villain I used to be.

We can't do this.

Chuck: Damn it, we can.

If we work together, we can.

What is it, what is going on?

Hartley: What if she's up there?

My daughter.

Chuck: This is about Vivian?

Hartley; I don't know her.

W-What do you say to a daughter you've never even met?

"I'm so sorry I've ruined your life"?

No, no.

I'm sorry, I can't see her.

I'm gonna run away now.

Chuck: No, Hart-- wait!

(receptionist speaking Russian)

Can I help you?

Chuck; My name is Charles Car-- Chuck Bartowski, and I'm here to see Vivian Volkoff.

Receptionist; And what is this in regard to?

Chuck; She wants to k*ll me.

(g*ns cocking)

Vivian: I don't believe it.

Charles Carmichael.

I'm impressed.

Walking into my office unarmed-- bold... stupid but bold.

Chuck: Sarah is still alive.

Vivian; How can that be?

Chuck; It doesn't matter. What matters is that I need a vial of the antidote iridium-6.

Your father stored it here and I need it.

Vivian; You need it.

Chuck; Please, I'm pleading with you.

I am here to plead for Sarah's life.

Vivian; What's the trick, Chuck?

What's the clever plan that gets you out of this?

Chuck: I'm all out of plans.

The woman that I love is dying and all I can do is hope that you haven't totally become this person.

(grunts)

Vivian: Everything that you have ever said was done to manipulate me.

You told me my father was a monster and now you tell me he's someone else, some sort of hero?

Hartley: I wouldn't say hero.

Bloody fool, more like.

I signed on for a mission simply 'cause they needed a scientist, and then I convinced his father, my friend Stephen, to let me use his computer program to help me.

Chuck: How did you get in here?

Hartley: Oh, I just asked to be shown to my office.

Everyone was really nice.

They, they all jumped up to help me.

I guess I must have been a harsh boss.

And father.

I'm so sorry.

Vivian: You're sorry?

You made me your succession plan.

Hartley; This was my grandmother's.

Her name was Vivian.

She rode horses... and she looked just like you.

Chuck:?Don't you see, Vivian?

You're a good person and you come from a good family.

You've fallen into the wrong world, the wrong life, but this isn't you.

You're not a k*ller.

Vivian; I k*lled Sarah in cold blood.

Chuck: But you haven't, you haven't yet, there's still time.

You can give me the antidote and I can save her.

Vivian: No.

I have to be Volkoff now!

I am this building, I am this company.

I can never leave, I can never go back.

(panting quietly)

Chuck: What if you could?

Vivian: How?

Chuck; These are blank identities.

They're very rare and they're very clean.

You'd have to give up Volkoff Industries, but if you take these, you can start over anywhere in the world, both of you.

Hartley: But Charles... h-how are you going to escape?

Chuck: It doesn't matter, okay? ! The only thing that matters is saving Sarah at this point.

Hartley: Vivian, I don't know you, but I'd like to.

If you pull that trigger... you'll lose yourself forever like I did.

Chuck; You can still change.

Please, will you help me?

Ellie: My brother is cutting it close.

Casey; Whole place is surrounded by Decker's men.

Mary; Chuck's never going to be able to get in there.

Morgan; No, he'll have a plan.

Chuck will come up with something.

Casey; What the hell?

Carina: Sorry we're late, Morgan.

Zondra: Egypt took longer than we thought.

Morgan: Not a problem, ladies, thank you for coming.

I called Sarah's bridesmaids as soon as their plane landed.

Carina: Don't give me any grief, Casey, we're here for Sarah.

Casey: Glad you're here.

Meet Mary the mother-in-law.

Mary; Hi.

(over radio) MAN: We have a signal.

Decker; Repeat that. What did you say?

Something's approaching by air.

Chuck: I have the antidote.

Let me in.

Decker:?Get him out of here.

Casey: Hey!

Decker, let him in!

Chuck; Thanks for coming, guys.

Morgan: You're welcome, Chuck.

Hey, let him in, douche.

Decker: You're all under arrest.

Kind of disappointed in you, Bartowski.

You thought you could get past me with a few of your spy friends?

You should have known I'd bring an army to stop you.

Chuck: I know the move... but we have a move of our own.

It's called the magnet.

See, while you're busy looking at me and all of my spy friends, you're missing something really, really big, care of Volkoff Industries. (whooshing)

Casey: Russians, so many Russians.

♪ ♪

Decker: Russian special forces.

; You really are a traitor.

Chuck; Just for the day.

This is a file that contains all of Project X, the cover-up, and your involvement in all of it.

If anything happens to Sarah or my friends or family, this story hits the front page of every paper in the United States.

Decker; You're done.

Chuck: I quit.

Now get out of my way.

♪ ♪

Sarah: I do.

♪ ♪

Chuck: I do.

Sarah. Baby.

Sarah: When we do it for real, we'll be ready.

Chuck; I think we left out one pretty important little detail.

It's not too late.

It's not too late. It's not too late.

Please.

(monitor beeping)

Chuck; Please.

Please.

(monitor beeping)

(sighs)

Chuck: Uh...

Right, my vows.

My turn for that.

They just don't cut it. I'm sorry, Sarah.

How do I express the depth of my love for you?

Or my dreams for our future?

Or the fact that I will fight for you every day?

Or that our kids will be like little superheroes with little capes and stuff like that? (laughter)

Words can't express that. They don't do it justice. They just don't cut it.

So no vows.

I'll just prove it to you every day for the rest of our lives.

You can count on me.

Sarah: Perfect.

Morgan; (voice breaking): Do you, um, Charles Bartowski...

(sniffling) ... take this woman to be your, uh...

(crying): ... lawfully wedded wife?

Chuck: I do.

(sighs)

Morgan: And do you take this man... ?

Sarah; I do.

Morgan: Okay.

Well, by the power vested in me by the Intergalactic Federation of Planets...

(giggles)

... I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Chuck: Come here.

(laughter)

(applause and cheering)

Sarah; Trust me, Chuck.

Chuck: You and I-- we're perfect for each other, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you away from everyone else and away from the spy life.

I love you.

Sarah: I love you, Chuck.

And nothing's ever gonna change that.

Chuck: I feel like I should be James Bond right now.

You know, like the guy who's standing on this balcony with you right now in this moment. I mean, he...

Sarah: I didn't fall in love with James Bond.

I fell in love with you.

Devon: Welcome to the family. (laughs, speaks quietly)

Love you.

(groans)

Chuck: To the airport, my good man!

(camera shutter clicks)

Morgan, what happened to the driver?

Morgan: Oh, no. I was always the driver, Chuck.

Having a little trouble letting go, I suppose.

Chuck: Just roll up the partition, would you, buddy?

Morgan: As you wish.

As you wish!

(cheering and applause)

Chuck; Mrs. Chuck Bartowski.

Sarah: Mr. Sarah Walker.

(laughs)

(phone ringing)

Chuck; This is Chuck Bartowski, happily married man.

What do you want, Morgan?

Hartley: Charles, sorry we missed the party, but we did send a little gift in our place.

Did you get it?

Chuck: Hartley.

What are you talking about?

Hartley; Look under your seat.

Just a little something for my best friend's son and his bride.

Be wise with it, Charles.

Good luck.

Sarah; What?

Chuck: Oh, boy.

(indistinct chatter)

Chuck: Hey, guys.

Jeff; Well, well.

The prodigal son returns.

Chuck: From my honeymoon.

Lester: Go ahead, chump.

Whistle past the graveyard.

Jeff: The deal went through.

The Buy More's been sold.

Lester: (phone rings) Give it a week.

I guarantee we'll all be jobless.

Leave us alone, please? Private conversation.

Chuck:,Well, maybe just give it a little time, fellas.

Big mike: Get the hell back to work!

The new owner might stop by today.

Jeff: I am working.

(sighs)

Decker; Guess it's the dawn of a new chapter, eh, boy?

Chuck: I'd watch that boy talk, redneck.

Decker: From General Beckman.

Your personal effects.

Wouldn't want you to be without your pocket protector.

Chuck: Yeah, well, I'd rather wear this than be in business with you.

Decker; You really think you've been fighting evil, hmm?

Doing good?

You're just a pawn. You always were.

Chuck: What are you talking about?

Decker; You think it was all a coincidence?

The Intersect, FULCRUM, the Ring, Shaw, Agent X?

That's all just part of the plan, Bartowski.

Pieces on the puzzle board.

See you never, civilian.

Chuck: Wait, wait, wait. What plan?

Huh? What plan?

My life was changed forever.

My friends were put in danger.

My family...

My father was k*lled, Decker.

(laughs)

(static)

Casey: A plan? Sounds more like a conspiracy.

Question is, who could control our lives so well?

Sarah: I don't know. We've been racking our brains.

Casey: Ah, it doesn't matter anyway.

It's not our fight.

You forget the CIA fired our asses.

Chuck; Okay, well, what if we went into business for ourselves?

Casey: And how exactly would we do that?

Sarah; Well, we have a base, and the Buy More has proven to be an excellent cover.

Morgan: Uh, Mrs. B?

Morgan: One thing. The Buy More just sold.

Chuck: Yeah. We know.

We bought it.

Sarah: Hartley turned over all of Volkoff's assets to us.

Wedding present.

Chuck; 877... million dollars.

Although I like to refer to it as a cool billion, just 'cause it's kind of more fun to say.

Morgan: Mamacita, that's a lot of money.

Chuck: And who better to handle a billion dollars than me?

Us. Us. Us!

Our first purchase was the Buy More and everything below it.

Now we have all of Volkoff's resources at our disposal.

Sarah; That's if you guys still want to take out some bad guys.

Casey: Damn right we do.

Morgan; Damn right we do.

Sarah: You guys want a job?

Casey: Hell, yeah.

Morgan: Hells, yeah.

Chuck: Great! I took the liberty of buying us a Gulf Stream and all new tactical equipment.

We do have to reoutfit Castle, though, so, any ideas?

Morgan: Wow. Freelance spies.

Yes! Men... and women of action and adventure.

Under the radar, above the law.

Oh, man, this is gonna be so much fun.

Just, uh, huh.

Oh, nice. Slick new gig.

Slick new shades.

(laughs)

What could go wrong?

Oh.

(whirring)

(electronic blipping, various overlapping voices)

Chuck: Morgan? Morgan? !

Morgan?

(gasps)

Morgan, did you just... ?

Morgan: Guys... I know kung fu.