03x11 - Chuck Versus the Final Exam

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Hunter perry: Wait, don't do it. Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Don't you see? This is exactly what they want.

Chuck: I gave you a chance.

Hunter: Please.

I had no choice.

Lester: Stop it! Stop. Please.

Please.

Jeffrey... there's so much more that I want to do.

To feel.

Ah-ha! You're loathsome.

Casey: Just about enough of you two morons.

You knocked over a customer.

You... fat and drunk and stupid.

Together you constitute a clear and present danger to the store.

Who needs to be neutralized.

Lester: You know, John, I know you like to play make-believe, that you're some kind of m*llitary tough guy, but the truth is that you're just a schmuck that works in an electronics store.

Jeff: With us.

Casey:,Well, I guess you didn't hear that Big Mike sent Morgan down to El Segundo for a management seminar for the next three days, leaving me in charge as assistant manager.

Lester: What a special moment for you.

I assume, then, that you've been made aware of the "no touching" policy here at the store.

Granted, it's mostly for Jeff, but it holds company-wide, friend.

Don't you see, Johnny, you can't harm us.

Thanks to the rules of the very corporate system that you so admire.

Ha!

The irony!

Casey:,I love irony.

Well...

Chuck; Casey, what did you just do?

Casey: What are you still doing here?

I thought you clocked out.

Chuck: Yeah.

Yeah, I did, but I thought I'd take a second to see how you were adjusting to civilian life.

Apparently, not that great.

Casey; Baby steps.

Chuck: More like baby kicks to the groin.

We got to get you reinstated, buddy.

Without a license to k*ll, you are a menace to society.

Hey, listen, listen.

I'm going to talk to Beckman.

I'm going to tell her if she doesn't give you your job back, I'm quitting.

Casey: Don't be ridiculous.

Chuck: That's not ridiculous.

I'm going to ask Sarah to do the same thing, buddy.

That is, if she ever calls me back.

You know she went to DC with Shaw?

Talk about a weekend in Snoresville.

Casey: Listen up, Chuck. I disobeyed orders.

I put my team and my country in danger.

This is my job now.

I made my bunk, and I'll lie in it.

Unlike you, I know when something's over.

Big mike: John Casey!

My office! Now!

Chuck: Look, you were put in an impossible position, okay?

You had no choice.

Casey; It's America, Chuck.

Everyone has a choice.

Big mike: Casey!

You have to choose, John.

Do you see yourself working here at the Buy More for the long haul?

Casey: Well... at the moment, I don't have a better plan.

Big mike: Then you've got to stop coming in so damn hot!

Can't be laying hands on people.

Not even Jeff and Lester.

Lester: He's not a man.

Jeff: He's an animal.

Lester: Like Jeff, but undulled by drink or drug, and more dangerous because of it!

We demand justice!

At least a humiliating apology.

Jeff: Or we're gonna sue!

Mmm!

Who are we gonna sue again?

Lester: Everybody! The store.

Mr. John Q. Crazy.

Possibly Chuck and Morgan, too.

You see, being the accused in a number of civil and... criminal proceedings has left us extremely litigious!

Okay.

No, no, no, good.

Good! That's it! You're hearing from my attorney! Who, by the by, is my cousin! Who, by the by, likes me very, very much!

Casey: What?

This is serious.

Big mike: Those boys aren't fooling about this.

Now... I like you, and I know you're physically strong, but what I need to know is are you mentally strong?

Strong enough to bend like the reed, and not snap like the Kit Kat?

To be John Casey, not John Crazy.

Conking people; walking around conking heads.

You can't be conking heads in the Buy More.

It's the Buy More.

Mm-hmm...

Chuck; Hey, Sarah.

Sarah: Hi.

Chuck: How was DC?

I'm assuming you guys had a lot of fun.

Although I... I can't really picture what Shaw does for fun.

Sarah: Uh, I'm sorry I didn't call you back, but it was a work trip, and we were in a lot of meetings.

Talking about you, actually.

About your future.

Chuck: My future? My future? !

No, no, no, it's Casey's future that we need to be concerned with, okay?

We got to get him reinstated.

Sarah: I know, Chuck.

And I would like nothing more than to get him reinstated, but...

Shaw: Casey's status is none of your concern.

There is business to attend to, however, which very much concerns you.

You left your bag in the car on the way back from the airport.

Sarah; Oh.

Chuck; So thoughtful.

Beckman: Good morning, team.

Have you told him anything yet?

Chuck: Told me what?

Beckman: After much deliberation, it has been decided that you are ready for a mission that will test everything you have learned thus far.

A final spy test, if you will.

Chuck: Oh.

Test? Yeah. No problem.

I'm a whiz with a number two pencil.

Scantron.

Sarah: Chuck, if you fail to complete the mission, which you'll undertake by yourself, then you'll go back to your old life.

Beckman: But if you succeed, you will be promoted.

No more Buy More, no more handlers.

Just real missions for a real spy.

You will be based out of Rome.

Your cover will be that of a billionaire industrialist.

Chuck: Serious... seriously?

Molto bene!

I love it! This is fantastic.

We're all going to have to brush up on our Italiano.

Do you know what I mean?

Beckman: No, Chuck.

Just you.

Agents Walker and Shaw will be based in DC and continue to head counter-Ring operations there.

Chuck: DC?

D... DC.

Not... not Rome.

Beckman: You will get your mission specifics tomorrow.

Your spy test will start then.

Good luck.

Shaw: You can do this, Chuck.

You can pass this test.

It's everything you've been working toward.

Chuck; Me... a real spy.

In Rome, no less.

Sarah:,Congratulations, Chuck.

It looks like you're going to get everything that you always wanted.

Sarah; Morning, Chuck.

Chuck: Ga... What?

Hah...

Hi.

How... how long have you been here?

Or are you really here?

I... I could be asleep right now.

I very well could be asleep right now.

I have some of the most vivid dreams sometimes...

Sarah; Chuck, you're awake.

Please sit down. Your mission has started.

This is how a real agent gets missions in the field.

Chuck: What, you surprising them in the kitchen?

That must involve a lot of travel.

Sarah; Focus, Chuck. From here on in, my role is to observe and report.

More of like a proctor than a partner.

Chuck; What's this thing?

What... what are you doing? What are you doing?

Are you writing something? Are you writing about me?

Are you grading me?

Sarah: Uh, think of it more like, recording the experience for history.

Chuck; Sure.

Beckman; Good morning, Chuck.

Your mission centers around this man, Anatoli Zevlovski.

A Russian FSB agent.

He's in Los Angeles to meet with a person we believe works for us.

Chuck; Who... who "us", General?

Sarah; It's a recording, Chuck.

Chuck: What's that?

Beckman: A mole within the CIA, who has been selling secrets to Anatoli, who then sells them to the Ring.

This mole is responsible for the deaths of hundreds of civilians and nine of our agents.

We have intel that Anatoli is meeting with him, or her, at the Cobalt Hotel and Spa tonight.

Your mission is to ascertain the identity of the mole.

You will stakeout the hotel's entrance and let Anatoli lead you to the mole.

Chuck: Wait! That's all I need to know?

How can that be all I need to know?

Is there a rewind on this thing?

What's the deal? Come on.

Wow.

That just really self-destructed, did it not?

That... that's like in the movies.

That's incredible.

Well, I got it, anyway.

Take out Anatoli and find the mole.

Done and done.

Still with the writing. What is this?

Like... like the CIA's permanent record?

It's just like in junior high.

Sarah: Pretty much.

Chuck: Really?

So... so you're saying that's got all the greatest hits in it, huh?

All the, uh, daring escapes, and last-second b*mb defusions, and... and I would hope, uh, all of the world-class stakeout mixes.

Sarah: Yeah.

Everything is in here.

We've definitely been through a lot.

I mean, not... not just us.

Casey, as well.

Chuck: Yeah, Casey, as well. That guy.

Uh, hey, hey, um, speaking... speaking of stakeouts... uh, you're going to be at the stakeout tonight, right?

Shaw: Right.

Shaw will quarterback from the Castle.

Chuck: But, so, so, this is like, um, our last mission together.

Seems like we should do something special.

Sarah: Something special will be you completing your mission and becoming a spy, Chuck.

Chuck: Of course, of course.

I'm just saying... last mission.

Kind of makes you think.

Old times.

Good times.

Dangerous, but... but good.

Sarah: Yeah. It does.

I'll see you tonight.

Chuck: See you tonight.

Clarence: Chin up, please.

Big mike: This is Clarence, my tailor.

Hi.

Casey: What is this about?

Big mike; Well, this is about..

Clarence: . Mmm!

You lookin' good, Mike!

You losing weight?

Big mike: Thank you, Clarence. I have.

Casey: I ask again, why am I here?

Big mike: You're here because I want to help you try to smooth out some of those jagged edges.

With a little help from Clarence here.

Clarence: Mm-hmm.

Casey: Jagged's good. I like jagged.

You also like to be an employed person, too, don't you?

Maybe one without a lawsuit slapped on him.

Now, I've talked to Jeff and Lester, told them that I could get you to change.

And that change starts right now.

Get on the box.

Casey: You don't seriously think that new clothes are going to somehow make me less me, do you?

Big mike: Look, what I do know is that to get your head right, you got to get your threads right.

Now, get on the box and let Clarence put some new feathers on you.

Sarah; Hey, Chuck.

Everything looks good. It doesn't seem like you've missed a trick.

Chuck: Uh, yeah, thanks.

There is one more thing, though.

♪ Ta-da! ♪

No one throws a stakeout like Chuck Bartowski.

You can put that in my secret file.

A little bubbly for you.

And a little bubbly... for me.

Uh, so tell me...

Do the words, "sizzling shrimp" ring a bell?

Sarah; From our very first stakeout.

Chuck; That's right.

Sarah: How could I forget?

Sarah: Also from our first stakeout.

Chuck: And yet, timeless.

You're going to miss me in DC.

You know that, right?

Sarah: I know.

Chuck: So, um...

So, you and Shaw, you're going to be... living together? Is that it?

Like, are you, uh... you guys real serious or what?

Sarah: Uh, I don't know.

It's... it's different.

Chuck: Different how?

Sarah: Than with you.

Chuck: You know, I'm... I'm, uh... I'm...

It's Shaw.

Hold on.

Yeah. Hello.

Shaw: Is there a problem?

Chuck: Uh, no, no, there's no... there's no problem here. Why would there be a problem?

Can I talk to you after the mission?

Shaw; You should have your earpiece in already.

Is Sarah there?

Chuck: Yeah, Sarah's right here. She just got here.

What a coincidence. Hey, Sarah. How are you?

Thanks for the reminder about the earpieces.

Shaw; Anatoli and the mole could arrive any minute, Chuck.

Stay on the ball.

It's all you out there.

Chuck; Okay. Talk to you soon. Bye.

What I... what I was going to ask you, uh, a minute ago, or what I was about to say, anyway... was that I've been, um... I've been thinking about what it used to be like between us.

Before Prague.

And, uh, thinking about what life would be like for us if we'd made different decisions back then.

If I had made a different decision back then.

Look, I know we couldn't be together before because I wasn't a real spy, but if I pass this test, we wouldn't have to choose between the job and us.

If I pass this test, we could be together.

That is, of course, if you're willing to give it another sh*t.

Shaw: Did you see him? Did you flash?

Chuck: No, I... no, I didn't.

Should I have?

Shaw: Anatoli's in the hotel. He just swiped a credit card he uses at the spa. How did you miss him?

Chuck: I don't know. I... I just did.

I'm going after him.

Shaw: What? Sarah, give him the glasses.

Sarah; Wait. Here.

Put these on. They'll record everything and relay it back to Castle.

Shaw; Okay. Sarah, get back to Castle.

You're on your own, Chuck.

Now, get in there before the mission and your spy career are over.

Chuck: This isn't over.

Spa host: Sir!

Can I help you?

Do you have an appointment for a treatment?

Chuck: Uh, no, no, not an appointment per se.

I, uh, made plans with a friend of mine...

A Russian fellow... to meet here.

We really enjoy spa-ing... together, so...

Spa host: Yes, I... I think he and his party just checked in.

The day use fee is $100, not including treatments.

Chuck: $100.

Let me just...

I can expense this, right?

Shaw: Pay it, Chuck.

Chuck: Right.

Just gonna break out the old plastic.

Good.

I just checked the men's locker room; nobody's here.

Shaw: Check the steam room.

Chuck: What? Uh, uh, excuse me.

Inside the steam room?

Is that really hygienic?

Shaw: You can tell me when you come out.

Chuck: Wow, it's really steamy in here.

Shaw: Just sit tight. Steam will clear up in a minute or so.

What the hell happened back there?

Sarah: It wasn't his fault.

You've been in the field.

Operations don't always go as planned.

Chuck;,Oh, wow. Hi there.

Looks like I'm not alone after all.

No, just... three other people in here... with me.

How fun.

Shaw: It's just Anatoli and his muscle.

He must not have made contact yet with the mole.

Stay with him.

Spa host; Mr. Drago?

Mr. Ivan Drago?

Yes.

Chuck: Ivan Drago. Seriously?

Drago: He's paranoid.

Believes we're being followed.

Wants to meet upstairs in the room.

Let's go.

Hey. Why so quick to pick up trash on banya floor?

Shaw: Chuck, get out of there.

Chuck: Just doing my part. Keeping it green.

Shaw: Chuck, you have to get to the mole before he leaves.

Get moving!

Spa host: Lockers to your left, sir.

Thanks.

Chuck: Anatoli's on the seventh floor.

He's here meeting the mole.

Shaw: Nice work, Chuck. Your priority is ID'ing the mole, but do not blow your cover.

He can't know we're onto him.

Chuck: Got it.

Ah! Good shower time.

Oh, I think I got my watch a little wet, so I'm just going to dry it off on the balcony.

Sorry, I forgot to put the "privacy please" sign up.

Sarah: Come on, Chuck. You can do this.

Chuck: This would have been easier in underpants.

Anatoli: Well done.

You are about to become an even richer man.

We should begin the process of retrieval.

Hunter: Change of plans, Anatoli.

I'm dealing directly with the Ring now.

Your services are no longer needed.

Chuck: Oh, God... Oh, my God...

The mole just k*lled Anatoli.

Shaw: Forget Anatoli. The mole is leaving.

You gotta get a look at his face.

Shaw: We've got it, Chuck.

Congratulations.

Chuck: I am a spy.

Oh no , I am a naked spy

Big mike: Looking good, John.

Casey; Feeling pretty good.

Yeah, that Clarence can work wonders.

We here for a light lunch?

Big mike: Yes and no.

I got Jeff and Lester to agree to a deal.

If you could sit down with them and apologize, if you can show them that "John Crazy" has been put on ice, they'll drop this lawsuit thing.

So the question is, you look cool; can you be cool?

Casey: Lester, Jeff...

I would like to apologize... for roughing you guys up earlier; it's just, I...

Lester: I'm sorry, Jonathan, but sweet, sweet, sweet Lisa here would like some payment for these sandwiches.

Casey: But I didn't order 'em.

Jeff:,No.

I did.

Big mike; Oh, my God, is that tuna and pepperoni?

Jeff: Yes, it is.

The tuna-roni.

Lester: You see, Johnny Boy, I need to know that you understand that apologies are about more than just words.

Often, they're about money, and in this case, yours.

Casey: Mm-hmm.

Lester; Keep the change, sister.

Big mike: Lester, you're pushing it.

The man apologized. Now let it go.

Lester; What assurances do Jeffrey and I have that such civilized behavior is gonna continue when we and this monster are alone together?

Jeff: Oh, God.

It was good.

Yummy.

Casey: Lester, I promise I won't bang you guys around anymore.

Big mike: Okay, Lester... so everything's cool.

No more lawsuit.

Lester: Yeah, we're cool.

If... we seal our newfound understanding in that time-tested way... by breaking freshly-baked bread together.

Right? I think that's...

Jefferson?

Mind you, there's literally no way of knowing where this guy's mouth has been before this.

Fire hydrants, diseased animals, puppets.

Very civilized.

Oh, no.

Oh, John.

Chuck: Hey, there, colleague.

Peer.

Uh, hey, so tell me.

When should I expect to receive my international spy union card, hmm?

Sarah: You did a great job last night, Chuck.

Congratulations.

Chuck; Thank you. I appreciate that.

Uh, so, tell me... uh, and this is just, you know, between the two of us, just for the sake of conversation, but, uh... as far as these tests go, do other people usually do as well as I did?

Or did I do, like, historically well?

Sarah; Uh, listen, Chuck, I was hoping that you would be free for dinner tonight.

Chuck: Yeah?

Yeah, uh, yeah, of course.

In fact, I was actually going to ask you if... if you were free.

Sarah: So, how about Traxx?

It's a restaurant down at Union Station.

Chuck: Uh, yeah. Yeah, that sounds great.

Nothing whets the whistle like the sound of a nice long horn.

Forget it. I'm... I'm very excited.

Sarah: Well, don't be too excited.

Chuck: Let me finish.

By "excited", I... I mean, uh, cold as ice, because, you know, now I am a real spy.

Big mike:,You made me proud.

Casey: Oh, I got to say, you were right.

Feels good not to be so wound up all the time.

Big mike: What'd I tell you?

Subway can soothe the tummy and the soul.

Chuck: Oh, did somebody say something about soothed tummies and souls?

Big mike: I did, and I'm happy to say we've got ourself a changed man, Chuck.

Chuck: Well, uh, I guess that makes two changed men.

Casey: What? You?

Chuck:,Yeah.

Buddy, I... I just passed my first solo spy test last night.

This is it. I'm going to the show.

I... I really wanted to tell you beforehand.

I'm sorry that I didn't.

But you know, top secret. You understand?

Casey: You took your test last night, and you passed?

Chuck: Oh, yeah... with flying colors, man.

And I think we both know that I have you to thank for that, so I... I... wanted to give you a little something.

Yeah.

I don't think they're gonna miss it down in Castle, do you?

Chuck;?What?

Casey; You know that giving away a government-issued firearm is a felony, don't you?

But it was a thoughtful felony.

Chuck: Honestly, everything is coming up roses right now.

I mean, I passed my test.

Uh, you are joining the world of human beings, so proud of you.

Kudos for that.

And Sarah has invited me to dinner tonight.

Alone.

At Union Station, so...

Casey: Really? You sure you've completed your test?

Chuck: Yeah. Yeah, like I said, I passed.

Celebration time now.

Casey: Hmm. Okay.

You just be careful out there.

Ready for anything.

Chuck: Yeah. A good spy always is, right?

Shaw: You told him to meet you tonight?

Sarah: I did.

So, what's the rest of his mission?

Shaw: With Anatoli dead, there's only one piece left to be cleaned up... Perry.

We've arranged for him to meet Chuck at the restaurant.

Sarah: And Chuck has to bring him in?

Shaw: No.

Chuck has to k*ll him.

Sarah; What?

Chuck has to k*ll him?

You're giving him his Red Test tonight?

Shaw: That's right.

Sarah: Why didn't you tell me?

Shaw: Because you would've said you couldn't be a part of it.

Sarah: I can't.

I can't be a part of it, and I won't.

You have to meet him.

I can't make him do something like that.

I'm not even sure that I want him to be able to do something like that.

Shaw; I'm sorry, Sarah, but this isn't about what you want.

It's about Chuck, and our finding out what he's capable of.

Sarah: Perry is a seasoned agent, and he is gonna do anything to save himself.

And if Chuck freezes, then... then... we could lose him.

Shaw: And that's why you'll be there.

If you give him the order, if you tell him to k*ll Perry, he'll do it.

Chuck:,Hi.

Wow.

You look great.

Better than great.

Sarah: Thank you.

You look great, too.

Chuck: Thank you very much.

Feel pretty good.

Right off the bat, I... I just... I want to apologize.

I want to say I'm sorry if I came across a little too strong last night.

It's just that, with the way things seemed to be progressing between you and Shaw, I wanted to tell you how I felt, and I...

Sarah: Chuck...

Chuck: I'm doing it again, aren't I? I'm coming across...

I'm-I'm... I'm coming across too strong.

I'm sorry about that.

Appetizer? Uh... let's have an appetizer.

No! What am I thinking?

I got to thank you. Thank you.

I wouldn't even be here right now if it wasn't for you.

Sarah: Please don't say that.

Chuck: But it's true.

Sarah: Chuck, you're going to want to stay calm right now, okay?

I need you to trust me.

Chuck: Why? Are you planning on surprising me with something?

Is that what this is?

Sarah: Uh, something like that, yeah.

Your mission isn't over, Chuck.

The man in the photo is the man that you ID'd last night.

He's a traitor who continues to put civilians and agents and the nation at risk.

We have arranged for you to meet him here at the restaurant in five minutes time.

He knows you are CIA.

And he will remain cautious, and probably try to maintain his cover.

The final part of your mission is to k*ll him.

Chuck: Are you being serious right now? Are you kidding me?

k*ll him here, now? I can't do that.

Sarah: Then you won't become a spy.

Chuck: But then... we couldn't...

Sarah;,No. Probably not.

Chuck; Sarah, when all this started, I didn't think I had a chance at ever becoming a real spy.

But if I... if I can't do this, then-then... then what'll I be?

Sarah: Then you'll be Chuck, and there is nothing wrong with that.

That's all I can say.

I'm sorry. The rest is your decision.

Chuck: Sarah, wait.

Are... are we absolutely sure about this guy?

Sarah; Yes. Your target is Perry.

Your orders are clear.

Chuck: I don't know if I can do this.

Sarah; The decision is yours, Chuck, but please know that there is no turning back.

Hunter; Has Carmichael checked in?

Carmichael?

Chuck; Uh, uh, yeah.

Yeah, that's me.

Hunter: Hope this doesn't take too long.

Got a date later.

Chuck; Yeah, yeah, it shouldn't... that shouldn't be a problem.

This should be... fast.

These are, uh, some photos of some folks that I work with.

Just wanted to see if maybe you recognize any of them.

Hunter: Uh, yeah, maybe I will.

Sort of pride myself on never forgetting faces.

I should hit the restroom first, though.

Is that okay?

Chuck; Yeah, yeah, sure, not a problem.

Get up.

Get up!

Hunter; Relax, relax!

Relax, relax.

Look, I had no choice... I had no choice.

These people... the Ring... You have no idea.

Chuck: Oh, I have an idea.

Hunter:,Then you know these people weren't going to put me in jail.

They were going to k*ll me.

You're not here to arrest me either.

I should have known.

You might as well be one of them.

Chuck: I am not one of them... I will never be one of them... .

And for that very reason, I am going to arrest you.

In fact, at this very moment, consider yourself officially arrested, okay?

Okay? Now, you and I, you and I... we're going to take a nice, friendly, calm, leisurely walk out of this men's room.

Turn around.

Turn around! Turn around!

Shaw; Sarah, what's happening?

Hunter: Mind easing up on that piece?

My back's all screwed up.

Thanks, buddy.

Chuck; Slow it down, okay?

Hey, slow down.

Hunter: Whoa. Whoa, I'm sor...

Wait, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it.

Don't you see? This is exactly what they want.

Chuck: I gave you a chance.

Hunter: Please... I had no choice.

Shaw; Well?

Sarah: Chuck is a spy

Chuck: What does all this mean, Casey?

I mean, technically, I failed my test.

Casey: You need to understand that to Walker, Shaw, and Beckman, you passed the test.

To them, you k*lled Perry, doing exactly what you were trained to do.

Chuck: Yeah, except that I didn't do it, you did.

Casey: Chuck, I'm a civilian, which means technically, under the law, what happened tonight was m*rder.

No one can know the truth about that ever... not even Sarah.

She'd be implicated, too.

Chuck: But all that means that I'm still not a real spy.

I don't know who I am... I don't know what I am.

Casey: Can't answer that one for you, Chuck.

Chuck: Hey...

Why did you do it?

Casey: Because you weren't going to.

You're not a k*ller, Chuck.

Chuck; Thanks.

Come on, Sarah.

Where are you?

Sarah?

Beckman: Good evening, Chuck.

Congratulations. You are now officially an agent.

Included is a plane ticket to Washington for your immediate final induction and processing.

Sarah and Shaw will stay behind to wrap out Burbank operations.

Chuck: Come on, Sarah.

Sarah, hey, uh... it's, it's me.

I... I need to talk to you.

About everything.

Shaw:,Are you okay?

Sarah: I... I just didn't think that he would do it.

They want me to fly to DC tonight.

And now I realize that it's my fault that he did.

Chuck; Please just call me back as soon as you get this message.

Shaw: Chuck made his own choice, and, like the rest of us, he did it to serve his country.

Sarah; At dinner, he said he wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for me, and he was right.

Shaw: Are you still in love with him?

Sarah: No.

Not anymore.

It's just, he's not going to be the same person again.

I know I wasn't.

I remember everything about my Red Test.

A street name and a time to be there.

No name, just a photo.

And it was all happening the way it was supposed to.

And then she dropped something, like a piece of jewelry, and... and I just couldn't do it, not with her on the ground like that, so I just kept walking.

And then, in a reflection, I saw her reaching for a w*apon.

Well, at least I thought I saw her reaching.

And I wanted to go back and check to make sure, but it was, uh, there was no time.

Shaw; It's never easy.

But, in the end, it helps to save lives.

Never forget that.

Sarah; It was the worst day of my life.

Chuck: Oh, thank God... Sarah.

Hey.

Lady agent: Good evening, Agent Bartowski.

Your flight to Washington leaves in an hour.

I'm here to take you to the airport.

Are you ready?