05x11 - Chuck Versus the b*llet Train

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Chuck: Hi, I'm Chuck. Here are a few things that that you might need to know. I've had a suspicion that something's happening behind the scenes here.

Jeff: I knew it! We were right.

Casey: X-13 gas-- short-term memory eraser.

They'll forget the last 24 hours.

Jeff; Lester, something really weird is up.

Lester: Last thing I remember is that there's something going on underneath the Buy More.

Quinn: Nice to meet you. I'm Nicholas Quinn.

And I'm about to become the Intersect. have your husband. Bring the Intersect to the San Pedro docks, pier 23

Sarah: It was a trap!

Casey; We got to get out of here!

Walker, no! Don't do it!

Chuck: So, we're taking the b*llet train, huh?

Quinn: You nailed it, genius.

WOMAN (over P. A. ): The Tokaido Shinkansen will be departing in ten minutes.

Chuck: So, Nagoya, Osaka or Kyoto, Quinn?

What's the lucky city... ?

Quinn: The location's a secret.

Chuck; Naturally.

I still don't know what you expect from me.

I told you...

Quinn: You didn't know how to fix the Intersect.

Yes, you mentioned that.

Maybe you failed in the past because you didn't have my servers or my technicians, or maybe you weren't properly incentivized.

Chuck: What's that supposed to mean?

Quinn; You didn't have a g*n to your head.

But you will this time.

Chuck; But without the Intersect in front of me, I have nothing to fix.

Quinn: I got word that your friends, Walker and Casey, just delivered the Intersect glasses to my men.

They're en route to my base.

You've had your time, Bartowski.

Now it's my time.

And don't think that you're going to get rescued.

The second part to that communication is bad news
Your friends are dead.

(door beeps, opens)

(coffins beep)

Sarah:Train rolls out in seven minutes.

We are right on time.

Everything goes pretty smooth when you put on the Intersect, huh?

Casey: To a point.

Sarah; Come on, we took out Quinn's henchman in a snap, and in five minutes, I had flashed on the computer and sent out those phony communiques.

Casey: It is useful.

You're awfully good at it.

You thought how Chuck's gonna take the news?

Sarah: I will find the right time to tell him.

And besides, when we get off this train, the Intersect in my head is going to be suppressed, so he'll be fine.

Casey; Uh-huh. One last thing, just for grins.

Name, rank and serial number.

Sarah; Oh, come on, I've had this in my head for three days.

It took Morgan a month to start losing his memory.

I think I have some time.

Now, let's move, Frank.

Relax, Casey.

I'm kidding.

Casey; Also took Morgan a month to be a jerk.

Morgan: Guys, I don't mean to be a jerk, but I should be in Tokyo with Sarah and Casey, not stuck here like some lab rat.

Ellie: Well, tough.

Sarah has the same version of the Intersect that made you lose memory and deteriorate socially.

Alex: As in, breaking up with me via text message.

Morgan; Which made us stronger.

Ellie: So, we're trying to be proactive, determine the cause.

Devon:We got to poke around in your prefrontal and temporal lobes, dude.

Morgan: Mm, I should be out there in the action.

I got to go out on this mission, man! Just...

Ellie: By helping me, you are helping the mission, okay?

If we can figure this out, then we can help save Sarah from the deleterious side effects.

Morgan: That's a good point.

Okay, you're right.

What does "deleterious" mean?

Devon; Could be worse than we thought.

Ellie: Don't worry, honey, Morgan's vocabulary never really expanded beyond cereal boxes and comic books.

Morgan; I'll have you know there are puzzles on them that can be quite challenging.

Alex; It's okay, Morgan. You're gonna get through this.

Morgan; I know, it's just, you know, I'm a trained spy now.

I should be out there, you know, with my team, making the moves.

Ellie: Hold still, Morgan.

Morgan; I'm a w*apon, I got to-- Hey, now!

Oh, that hurts!

That's hurty.

Alex: My hero.

(electronic bell chimes)

Woman: The train will be departing in two minutes.

Chuck: Hmm.

(chuckles)

(window beeps, opens)

Henchman: Hey!

Chuck: Hey.

Hey, guys.

It was stuffy in here, you know, so I thought I'd open the window, and then thought maybe I'd escape.

Henchman: Your tricky little ring-- say good-bye to it.

Sarah: You don't want to do that.

Chuck; Sarah, thank God.

I knew you weren't dead. How'd you get here?

Sarah: I’ll tell you about it as soon as we're safe.

♪

Chuck; Hey-o!

(grunts)

That was some major ass whupping, honey.

What, have you been taking Strip Kick?

Sarah: I did upgrade my fighting technique.

We'll talk about that later.

Woman: The train is now departing.

First stop: Yamashiro Station.

Sarah; We got to get out of here.

Okay, let's go.

Casey, how you doing with the cargo door?

Casey; It's sealed.

I'm working on an override.

We may have missed our window though.

Sarah: Don't worry, when I get there, I'll just have to f-- uh, figure something out.

Chuck; Yeah, we'll figure it out. We always do.

Casey; We're out of luck on the door.

It won't let me override.

We're going too fast.

Chuck: Let me take a s*ab at it.

Quinn: Well, it looks like somebody sent me false messages.

I don't know how you did it, but, uh, I'll applaud later.

Meanwhile, nobody moves.

You don't want to do that! I know more than you think!

(coffin beeps)

Chuck: Well, you got out of that coffin; can he?

Casey; No, we put digital locks in there.

He'll never figure out the combo.

Sarah; There's a coupling under the train that connects to an exhaust intake.

I remember that from a schematic that I flashed on.

If we can get down there, maybe we can jump off.

Casey: Easy for you to say, Walker.

(chuckles) I think Bartowski and I are stuck on this bucket till Yamashiro Station.

Chuck: I'm sorry, did you just say "flashed"?

As in... ?

Sarah; Shh.

Oh, Chuck, honey, I, um, I have the Intersect.

Surprise.

(whooshing)

♪ Chuck 5x11 ♪
Chuck Versus the b*llet Train
Original Air Date on January 20, 2012

Chuck; Okay.

So Sarah, explain to me please, uh, when, how and why you downloaded the you-know-what?

Sarah: Okay, we'll talk about it in a minute, I promise.

Train lands at Yamashiro in about an hour and a half.

Until then, we're stuck.

Casey; Well, I'll have Beckman meet us with CIA and Japanese Intelligence to take control of Quinn.

I'll ask her to bring the suppression device.

Sarah: Chuck, does Quinn have any other men with him on this train?

Chuck: Wait, you-you wouldn't have downloaded the same version of the (mumbles) that Morgan had, would you?

Sarah: Okay, I did, yes, but we will talk about it in two seconds, okay?

Casey: We'll need to lay low, keep guard on him.

I'll take first watch, you two pretend to be gaijin tourists or something.

Sarah; Let's go.

Chuck; All right, well, now that we have that covered, there's a few more b*llet points I'd like to go over regarding what the hell is going on, Sarah.

That computer erased Morgan's memory.

(sighs)

Alex: Morgan, you're helping the mission.

Just keep telling yourself that.

Morgan; Yeah, I know.

I just, I don't know, man.

I-I just feel like, no matter how much they poke around in my skull and look around in there, they're just, they're not going to find anything.

You know? (chuckles)

Okay, ha-ha.

Alex; Come on.

Morgan: Yeah, I know.

Devon: Well, looks pretty normal.

Ellie: There's no evident long-term effects from having the Intersect. I still don't know what caused the memory loss and why it triggered after a month?

Devon: All right, in the month between him getting the Intersect and his amnesia, what happened?

Ellie: Castle was renovated, retooled.

Carmichael Industries was formed.

Devon: And then they started going on missions.

Ellie: Anything different happen on missions?

Morgan: Uh, I started wearing tight slacks.

Ellie: Any-any head trauma, concussions?

Morgan: What? No, no.

Nobody would even close to me, okay?

I would just flash and then bam, I dropped those baddies like they were hot.

Ellie: You would flash.

Were you flashing before missions?

Morgan; Didn't have to. But out in the field, I was busting out the Intersect all the time.

Devon: That's when you became a douche.

Morgan; When you say "douche"? It seems like...

Ellie: Maybe there's a correlation between the number of flashes...

Devon: And brain deterioration.

Morgan: Guys, that's brilliant.

Can I go to Japan now?

Ellie: No, no. This is just a hypothesis.

We have more work to do.

Morgan: Of course you do.

Alex: Morgan, what's gonna make you feel better?

Pizza?

Morgan; Eh, I don't know.

Alex: Combos?

Morgan: You know me so well.

Pizza Combos!

That... was my favorite growing up.

Pizza Combos.

Sarah: We were surrounded.

And so there really was no choice.

Chuck: No, no, of course.

I-I get it.

It's just, with what Morgan went through...

Sarah: Ellie's working with him to head off any possible complications.

And this will be gone in an hour and a half.

I promise.

Chuck; Okay, so I guess we just chill, then.

It's the coolest thing in the world, isn't it?

Sarah: The coolest ever.

Chuck; Did you do any parkour?

Sarah; Off a bridge, onto a moving truck, and then onto a car going the opposite direction.

Chuck: Ohh, awesome!

Sarah: You know, I've been a spy for so long, and I've never felt this powerful in my entire life.

It's incredible.

Chuck: Are you ready to say good-bye to all of it?

The g*ns, the b*ll*ts, the parkour?

Sarah: I don't want to live my life in danger anymore.

I'm ready to retire and start a family.

Our future is exciting enough.

Chuck; Hm.

You know, uh, we still have a good bit of time before we get to Yamashiro.

And starting a family's not something you can just, you know, jump right into.

Sarah:,Yeah, no, uh... we need some practice.

Chuck; Lots and lots of... practice...

Allow me to set the mood, my lady.

Yeah, we... (sighs)

Ooh.

I have no idea what any of this means.

Is that a chicken button?

Does a chicken come out when you hit the button?

(gasps and sighs)

(hydraulics hissing)

Hey... well done.

(unzips)

Domo arigato, Mr. bartowski.

Bring it in here.

Let's go make us some sexy...

♪

Big mike: Who the hell are you?

Ron; Hey, great. We're with the Flu Bus.

Did you get your flu sh*t?

Mike; I do not believe in sh*ts or inoculations.

Who authorized this?

Bobbi; Morgan Grimes.

Mike: Nobody tells nobody nothing.

Oh, hell no.

This place will not fall to seed on my watch.

We have a lot of expensive new inventory here; you will not destroy it!

It's for selling microwaves.

Not for exploding eggs, avocados, Christmas tree ornaments, fluorescent light tubes, bars of oatmeal soap, or a football.

Lester: Fine. Be lame.

Mike: Son, have you considered that maybe it's time for you to grow up?

Like your friend Jeffrey?

Customer; Thank you. You're the best.

Mike: Is it really your destiny to be a complete moron?

Lester (gasps): Oh, Lord.

Jeff: I overheard what Big Mike said, and I hope it sank in.

Lester: It did not. Leave me be.

Jeffrey, stop it. I know what you're thinking, and I do not want to discuss this topic again.

Jeff; What are you so afraid of, Lester?

Maybe this is our destiny.

Lester; Look, they're just dreams, man.

Jeff: How can they be dreams if we're both having the same dream?

The fallen snow, a different Buy More?

It's like someone tried to wipe our memories clean.

Lester: I know, it's true. It's just...

It scares me.

Jeff: We can't be scared.

We have to figure out who would want to scour our minds, and why.

Lester; I think better when I'm blowing up avocados.

Jeff; There are mysterious happenings around here, and we can't ignore them anymore.

Lester: Hey.

Bobbi; Had your flu sh*t?

Alex: Uh, yeah. Thanks.

Ron: How about you get another, or I will k*ll you right here?

Don't make a sound.

Lester: Did you see that?

Jeff; In my previous state of impairment, I wouldn't have cared or noticed that Grimes's woman-- forgive me, not PC--

Grimes's significant other was just taken at gunpoint.

Lester: The newly unimpaired you is a master... of the obvious.

Jeff: This is the call.

We'll find the truth, even if we have to face mortal danger.

Lester: Okay.

(horn blowing)

(sighs)

Casey: Cherry blossoms.

Quinn: Colonel, would you mind opening the lid for a moment?

I'd like to discuss something with you.

Casey; Not interested.

Quinn: Oh, you can keep your g*n on me.

I won't try to escape. In fact, there won't be any need to.

Your daughter's name is Alex McHugh, correct?

If you want her to live, do exactly as I say.

Alex: Dad?

I'm okay, but they have g*ns.

Sarah; And now the picket fence.

See?

I haven't forgotten anything.

Chuck; Mm-hmm.

And perhaps... this little man.

Or wo-man... (giggles)

... someday.

Sarah: Someday.

(phone buzzing)

It's a text from Casey.

He needs a break.

Chuck: This is gonna be so good.

Oh, oh, ooh.

Hey, Casey, what is going on? Where's Quinn?

Casey; His men have Alex.

I'm gonna need you to follow me.

Sorry. I have no choice.

I'm gonna need you two to follow me now. Come on.

Quinn; Do what I say, and no one gets hurt.

Casey: Do what I say, and nobody gets hurt.

Quinn; If you fight, Quinn (over comm): or try to run, my sweet little daughter gets her head blown off.

And really sell that one, Colonel.

(sighs)

Casey: If you fight, or try to run, Alex gets her head blown off.

Quinn: Now, move to the control panel and shut down the dining car.

I want some privacy.

Casey: Go to the control panel, Chuck. Open it.

Move.

Chuck; Okay...

Casey: Shut down the dining car.

Upper left.

Hit it. (chimes)

WOMAN (over PA): The dining car is closed until further notice.

Chuck: Innquay say onway ommscay.

Quinn; Enough of the kabuki!

Quinn: Move it out.

Casey: Let's go.

(barely audible): Chuck.

Text Morgan.

Tell him to get Alex to safety.

Do it.

Morgan; "Alex in danger.

Get her to Castle ASAP. "

What is... ? No.

She's all good, guys. She's with us.

Devon; No, she's not.

She went up to the Buy More for Pizza Combos.

She should be back by now.

Morgan: Wait a minute. Hold on a second. What do you... ?

(typing)

Well, she's not in the Buy More.

Someone's taken her.

Okay, we got a situation here.

(starter grinds, engine stalls)

(starter grinding)

Alex: I don't know what you want from me.

Bobbi: I want you to shut up.

Ron, what the hell's the holdup?

Ron; I don't know, it just won't start.

Bobbi: Well, we can't exactly call for a tow.

So we'll wait for instructions.

If the order comes to k*ll her, we do it here.

I'm not walking across this parking lot with a g*n in her ribs.

Jeff: Exactly what did you do?

Lester: Sugared their gas t*nk.

It's an oldie, but a goodie.

Man, I haven't shugged a t*nk in... ds.

Anyway, now that they are incapacitated, in a mobile sense, we need a plan.

Jeff: It should be keen and clever, Mm-hmm. utilizing our unique talents.

Lester; Do we have any of those?

Jeff: I think you are uniquely wasteful and destructive.

Lester: Let's build on that.

(whooshing)

Chuck: Think Casey has a plan?

Sarah; I don't know; he's not letting on.

Chuck; We don't really know what's around that corner.

Sarah;?But we can handle it, right?

Chuck: Of course. It's just...

Sarah; The end is so near, you can taste it?

Chuck; I want that house and dog and baby, Sarah.

Sarah: Me, too.

Okay, let's wrap this up, take out Quinn and save Alex.

Chuck; Save the day.

Casey; Quinn said, stop whispering like fourth-graders.

Quinn; Ah.

Uh... tea?

No?

I'll get to the point.

I want my Intersect technology, and someone has stolen it.

Sarah: Release Casey's daughter, and we'll give you the glasses.

Quinn: You mean these?

I had the Colonel fetch them.

Worthless.

But then again, you know that, because one of you... has the Intersect.

Sarah: Then you know you're outmanned.

Casey's not gonna fire at us.

Quinn: He may.

If I don't call my men on the half-hour, his little girl gets sprayed with b*ll*ts.

Casey: That half-hour's up in two minutes, Quinn.

I brought them here.

Make the call.

Quinn: Uh-uh-uh.

I have something I want to say, first.

You're gonna help me.

A pristine version of the Intersect is available.

It's in a government facility.

You're going to find it and download it onto these glasses.

Casey; Time's up, Quinn.

Call your men off my daughter.

Do it.

Quinn: Hey, it's Quinn.

Uh, yeah, the little lady gets another half-hour.

You happy?

Casey: That's all I need.

Half hour's an eternity.

I'll come up with some way to save her.

Ooh...

Casey; Walker, pull up!

Chuck; Sarah, we might need to trade him for Alex!

Casey; No!

Chuck; Maybe he hit that station, the one you were talking about. Maybe...

Sarah; I don't know what happened. I just couldn't stop.

(yells) God!

(screaming)

Chuck; Sarah!

Sarah; I don't know what happened.

I wanted it to stop, and I couldn't; I just kept flashing.

God, I screwed up so bad.

Chuck; No, no. No-no-no-no-no.

Hey, this is not your fault, okay?

Look, Casey is working on a plan with Morgan as we speak, and Ellie's working on the Intersect.

I'm sure she'll think of something.

Sarah: I didn't want to flash a second time, Chuck.

I don't have control of it anymore.

(cell phone buzzes)

Chuck; Sis, talk to me.

Ellie: The amount that Sarah's been flashing is directly compromising her motor control, causing the migraine, which could be cranial pressure, so we don't want it exacerbated at all.

Chuck; Is that what caused Morgan's memory loss?

Ellie: I'm pretty certain.

He barely flashed for a month, and then when he started going on missions, the numbers jumped.

Chuck; How many times before he started feeling the effects?

Ellie: Well, he didn't have a specific amount, but it was a few times a day. What about Sarah?

Chuck; Baby, how many times have you flashed?

Sarah: 40 times.

Chuck: In two days?

Ellie; That intensity level in such a short period has to be the cause.

Okay, okay, the fix for now until she can stop flashing: She has to get to me or General Beckman so we can suppress the Intersect, get her an MRI.

Chuck; Listen, Ellie, Sarah said that she can't control when she flashes.

Ellie: Okay, that's a problem.

We have to, we have to think.

Casey; Think, Morgan!

Can you sneak up on the Flu Bus without being seen?

Morgan: Casey, listen to me. We're coming at this blind.

We don't exactly know what they got in there w*apon-wise. You sure you don't want to just call in the CIA?

Casey: There's no time!

I have an idea.

Devon's gonna be the magnet.

You, Morgan, you're gonna pick a fight.

A firefight.

Morgan: A f... a firefight?

Ellie; First thing that you have to do is, you have to blindfold Sarah.

She can't react to what she can't see.

Then, Chuck, I think that there might be a way for you to build a suppression device.

It's a real long sh*t.

Chuck: I'm in the mood for a long sh*t.

Ellie: General Beckman delivered me the program for the suppressor.

Maybe I can download it, e-mail it to you.

If I did, could you build something and deliver it to Sarah?

Chuck: Not exactly.

Sarah; What if, one last time, we just flashed... ?

Chuck; No way! Absolutely not!

Baby, what if that's the one that does the real damage or kills you?

Look, all I need is a laptop, a PSP and some virtual reality glasses.

If I was in a Buy More, I'd have it all in ten seconds...

Wait. We have got something better than the Buy More.

We have a train full of Japanese people.

Casey: Quinn's thugs are expecting a call in 19 minutes.

When it doesn't come, they're gonna k*ll Alex.

And you are not gonna let that happen. Clear? !

Morgan; Crystal. I will not let my last words to Alex be a demand for Pizza Combos.

Casey: Go to my Crown Vic.

Morgan; Devon! Dev...

(women laughing)

Captain: Wow. Casey rolls strong.

Like, raring-for-the- Apocalypse strong.

Casey: The case in front of you, open it.

Put in the comm device, sync it to my phone. Do it.

Morgan: Okay, we're hot, boss.

Casey: I'm gonna talk you through this.

Grab a r*fle, the Sig and a survival Kn*fe.

Leave the heavy stuff.

You'll just blow yourself up.

Yah!

Chuck; Just a few more minutes more, and everything's gonna be good.

Hang in there.

Ellie: All right, Chuck, I'm gonna start sending you the file.

And as soon as it's complete, put the glasses on Sarah.

It should run right away.

Chuck: It's coming in strong, El.

You're gonna be all right, Sarah.

Sarah: Chuck, I didn't want to say anything before, but... but this whole time you've been talking about Alex and how she's in danger?

Chuck: Yeah? Why?

Sarah: I don't, um...

I don't remember anybody named Alex.

Chuck: Do you remember this?

Sarah:,Yeah. I wouldn't forget that.

Chuck: Everything's gonna be fine, okay?

Casey: Of course it is.

It's gonna be fine, Sarah.

You're gonna be fine.

(cell phone buzzes)

Morgan: Casey, we are ready to roll.

Casey: Okay, Morgan, listen up.

You find an some cover 20 meters from the target. Got it?

Morgan; Okay, I see a Civic that might serve our purpose.

Which is what, exactly?

Casey; Devon's gonna call them out.

And you, Morgan, you're gonna do some sn*per work.

Some wet work. Got it?

Morgan: Just so you know, I've never sniped in my life, wet or dry.

Casey; Just remember, you're sniping for Alex.

Morgan: For Alex. I'll snipe for Alex.

Yeah, you got it.

You ready? Hell, yeah! All right.

There's some wind kicking up here.

I'll probably have to overcompensate.

Probably about 30 degrees.

Don't nudge a guy when he's sniping!

Devon: Oh, man!

I can't believe we're this terrible.

Ron; Yeah, you are.

Ron: Hand over the r*fle, little man. Morgan?

Let's go! (grunts)

Morgan: Easy! I'm not your little sister!

Morgan!

Casey: Morgan, what the hell's happening?

Casey: Morgan!

Lester: Hello?

Casey: Who the hell is this?

I might ask you the same question, little earling.

Casey:?Lester? Lester Patel? !

Lester; Maybe...

Casey: Hey, Morgan was taken.

Jeff and Lester are my only option.

Chuck: Look, I know this sounds crazy, but I've worked with those guys for years.

They may seem like botulism victims, but they're loyal.

They can do it.

(grunts)

Casey: Lester, now I'm gonna tell you something I never dreamed I'd tell you, never dreamed I'd have to tell you, but the situation is extreme.

This is Colonel John Casey of the National Security Agency.

Lester: That is so funny. There's a John Casey who works at the Buy More.

Casey: That's me, you idiot!

I'm NSA.

Sarah Walker, Chuck Bartowski, they're CIA.

Lester: They are so not.

Casey; They are so so, you colossal dope!

Now...

I need you, my daughter needs you, and your country needs you.

Lester; Canada?

Casey: Patel, listen up.

You do what I tell you, I'll make you a hero.

Lester: It's the call.

Casey: Go to my Crown Vic.

Casey: Each of you grab a p*stol.

Leave the big stuff.

(passengers clamoring)

(women screaming)

(grunting)

Bobbi; The call never came from Quinn.

Ron: We'll k*ll them all and leave the bus.

Bobbi: Her first.

Morgan; Don't you touch her!

Bobbi; Or what?

JEFF (over P. A. ): Attention, Flu Bus.

We have tapped into your internal public address.

We are armed and dangerous and suggest you surrender immediately. Over!

Bobbi: Who the hell is that?

Ron; I have no idea.

But somebody's getting ready to lose a limb.

Jeff: We appreciate that you, too, are armed.

But we have heat vision, infrared scopes, laser guidance system and armor- piercing b*ll*ts. Over!

Morgan: I think this is where we should get down.

Bobbi: Nobody has all that. It's a bluff.

Lester: You're outgunned, outmanned, out... side.

And it's a lovely day.

So throw down your g*n and nobody gets hurt.

Ron; You're the one who should be worried about getting hurt.

Lester: Uh!

Jeff: Behold the flame of destiny! Ha-ha!

(laughing)

Lester; What he said.

Morgan; Boys, we cannot thank you enough.

How do we begin to even repay you?

Jeff; There is a way.

Honesty.

Lester: We know that there is something going on.

Something spy... ish.

We need the truth at this point.

Come on.

Morgan; Yeah, you do.

Gentlemen, follow me.

Alex: Dad, don't worry.

I'm fine. I promise.

Morgan and Devon were great, but...

Jeff: This is so cool! My m*ssile Command.

Alex: ... those guys that you talk about, the ones that give you nightmares--

Jeff and Lester-- (groaning) yeah, they were the real heroes.

It's a miracle.

Morgan: Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey, yeah, no, no, no.

I got the whole thing on. Dangerous!

Alex; When are you coming back?

Casey; We're on our way.

(electronic trilling)

Chuck; Whoa, whoa, whoa. Problemo.

Casey: Alex, I'm going to call you back.

So glad you're safe.

Internet went down.

Chuck; Well, maybe it's nothing, but if there's one thing I know, it's how to fix an Internet connection.

Sarah: The control panel is between the last passenger car and the dining car.

I remember that from my prep flash.

Chuck: Easy peasy.

Casey; Keep your guard up.

(beeping)

Chuck; It's been tampered with.

This is not good.

(speaking Japanese)

Chuck: No. Hey, uh... hey.

I'm... I'm Burbank Buy More, so I...

(grunting)

(riders screaming, murmuring)

Quinn: A little warning.

The only thing I can't b*at down is the Intersect itself, but I've studied the program obsessively.

Chuck: You know, I've done a little training myself, Quinn, so let's rumble.

Sarah; I can hear you pacing.

Casey: really taking his time.

Sarah; What are you thinking?

Casey: Nothing. He's probably just goofing off.

Sarah; You check on him, or I will.

Casey; I'm going.

(grunting and groaning)

Casey: Freeze! Now!

Put it down, Quinn.

Down.

Quinn; Two on one-- that's not fair.

How do I even things out?

You move, he dies.

Chuck; Just let him go, Quinn, okay?

It's over. You're on a train.

Where are you going to run to?

Quinn: I'll figure something out.

It was never meant to be like this, Bartowski.

You weren't meant to get involved.

And until that Intersect is mine, this is never going to end... ever!

(g*n fires)

Sarah: Chuck, what's happening? Chuck, come on.

Chuck: We're searching the train for Quinn.

Sarah; Chuck, he's heading towards the baggage car.

Chuck: Sarah, stay put.

Sarah; Step away from the console, Quinn.

(grunting)

Chuck: Sarah!

Focus on your... on your fighting abilities, okay?

Keep your emotions even.

Do not flash!

Sarah; I'll try, Chuck.

You won't survive this one, Quinn.

This is over.

For good. (g*n fires)

(thud)

Chuck: Sarah!

Quinn: Is it?

(groaning)

Chuck: No!

No! (grunts)

Quinn; Maybe not over... quite yet.

(rapid beeping)

Chuck: Open the door, baby!

See if you can open the door.

Chuck: No!

Sarah!

Sarah!

(alarm whooping)

(clunking)

Chuck: No!

No! Sarah! No!

No! Sarah!

Sarah!

Quinn; You're up.

Good.

Let's get started.

Sarah; Quinn, this isn't just going to end here.

Quinn: Shh. Don't.

This is going my way from now on.

No more screwups, no more left turns.

The Intersect in your head is rotten.

We're going to remove it with a suppression device.

And then I'm sending you on a new mission to retrieve a pristine version of the program.

Sarah; I'm not working for you.

Quinn; You are.

Until I get what I want, you're my soldier.

Now...

I know you lose memories when you flash.

These, for want of a better term, are flash cards.

They may look like random images to someone who doesn't have the Intersect, but to you, they're... stimulants.

Sarah; What are you saying?

(screams)

Quinn; Until I get what I want... you're mine.

(screaming, groaning)

(Sarah screaming)

♪

(screaming)

(electronic trilling)

Morgan: Hey, pal.

Please... please try to eat something, okay?

Chuck; I'll eat when I know Sarah's all right.

Quinn said he needed Sarah to steal Intersect technology from a government facility.

I need to figure out which one.

Morgan: I get it. I know.

Hey, it's going to happen, Chuck.

All of it. I promise.

Chuck; So close I can taste it.

Casey: Hey.

She set off her emergency beacon.

She's close.

Morgan: What did I tell you? See?

♪

Casey: We'll get Sarah, Chuck.

Chuck; I know.

Morgan: Okay, guys.

We got a lock on Sarah.

The signal is strong.

(paper crumpling)

Casey:,We'll find her.

We'll find her.

(knock at door)

QUINN (chuckling): Whoa, Sarah.

Sarah, Sarah, easy, girl.

Sarah; Who are you?

Quinn: Nicholas Quinn, your handler.

We've only known each other for the past five years.

I guess you're not all back yet, huh?

Sarah; What do you mean?

Quinn: Well, you took a nasty blow to the head.

A week in the hospital.

Any of that ring a bell?

Japan?

The b*llet train?

No?

Well, doesn't matter.

I'll fill you in on the details.

If you're fit for duty.

Sarah; I am.

Quinn: Good.

Orders are in.

Recognize this face?

Sarah: Never seen him before.

Quinn; He's the reason your last mission went south.

Sarah; What are my orders?

Quinn: Your orders are to k*ll Chuck Bartowski.