03x12 - Chuck Versus the American Hero

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Chuck: Hey, I'm Chuck. Here's a few things that you might need to know or maybe you just forgot.

Shaw: There's only one piece left to clean up.

Perry. Chuck has to k*ll him.

Sarah: You are giving him his red test tonight?

Chuck; u kidding me? k*ll him here, now?

I can't do that.

Sarah: Then you won't become a spy.

Casey: You passed the test. To them you k*lled perry.

No one can know the truth ever. Not even Sarah.

Beckman: You're now officially an agent.

Included there's a plain ticket to washington, you'll leave tonight.

Chuck: First day. Don't be nervous. Don't be nervous.

(elevator bell dings)

What floor? Five.

No, not five.

Oh, hey, uh, I'm so sorry to bother you.

You wouldn't happen to know what floor General Beckman is on?

They told me at the front desk and I-I just totally forgot.

You couldn't miss her. She's real little, lots of medals, red hair.

Nice, nice, friendly conversation.

That's good. I'm glad we did that.

No!

Coroner; Sir?

Excuse me, sir.

This is a restricted floor.

I need a badge and a signature.

Sir, I can't let you examine a body without an authorized NSA badge.

Ring agent: Would you do me a favor?

Just... one step.

(scoffs)

There, perfect.

Coroner: What do you think you're doing? !

(silenced g*nsh*t)

(device trills)

It's done.

Package is intact.

NSA, General Beckman's office. Please hold.

NSA, General Beckman's office. Please hold.

Thank you for waiting.

Chuck: Here we are. Thank God.

Hello. Thank you for waiting.

Chuck: How's it going?

NSA, General Beckman's office. Please hold.

Chuck: Super.

Thank you for waiting.

Hello. Thank you for waiting.

Yes, I'll put you right through.

Chuck: Excuse me. Hi, my name's...

Have a seat, Agent Bartowski.

The General knows you're here.

NSA.

Chuck: Right. Yeah, of course she knows I'm here.

NSA, General Beckman's office. Please hold.

(gasps)

Chuck: Oh, God, these things are incredibly uncomfortable.

Is there a particular place that you like to put this?

'Cause I'm always having...

Oh, right, yes. (chuckles)

Sorry about... Finger always on the slide, and you know, totally empty so...

But I hear you. Safety first.

Beckman: A pleasure as always, General.

The pleasure's all mine, Diane.

Beckman; Mr. Bartowski.

Chuck; Oh!

Beckman: For God's sake, put that g*n away. You're a spy now.

Chuck: Well, that's, that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, General.

Beckman; Your first assignment just arrived.

The CIA wants you in Rome right away.

Chuck: Uh, what? Excuse me, right away?

Beckman: Mm-hmm. You will be posing as a independently wealthy young expatriate.

That way, your jet-setting lifestyle and influential associates won't draw attention.

Here is where you'll be staying.

Chuck: Uh, wow.

Beckman; Obviously, you will be afforded all the accoutrements that go with it: cars, clothes, a yearly stipend.

Chuck: Huh? What? Yearly?

Yearly stipend?

This is all moving very, very fast, don't you think?

Beckman: The NSA has spent three years and countless millions of dollars helping you reach your potential.

There's nothing fast about it.

Chuck: I get that. I do.

I do, General, and I certainly don't want to come across as being ungrateful for the, the villa or the car or the stipend.

I'm just not sure that I am really ready to pack up and move somewhere to live this whole new life when I'm just starting to become comfortable with the life I'm living... right now, you know?

Beckman: What exactly did you think we were training you for, Mr. Bartowski?

Chuck: I don't... I don't really know what to say, General.

I'm sorry.

Beckman: Is not an option!

(sighs)

(clears throat)

I understand that the hand-wringing and the second-guessing are all part of your process.

Here's what I'm offering: take the week off, anywhere you want, on us.

But afterwards, I expect you back in Washington and ready to assemble your team.

Is that understood?

Chuck: Hang on. Um, back up a second.

What do you mean by "my" team?

You didn't think we were going to send you to Rome alone?

You'll have your pick of our top agents, whoever you want.

Sally: So where will we be sending you, Mr. Bartowski?

Bali? Bora Bora?

Chuck; Burbank.

 Bob Hope Airport, to be exact.

Sally; I see.

And will you be requiring a companion ticket?

Chuck: No, thanks.

She's still there.

Ellie; That's, uh, that's fantastic news. Okay.

Thank you.

Devon: Enough of the su3pense, babe.

Ellie:,One word, Devon: Africa.

Devon; Africa?

Ellie: That was the hospital.

I didn't even have to ask.

Out of the blue, they just offered me a sabbatical. I have a year off.

Do you know what that means?

Devon; Africa.

Ellie: We can do Doctors without Borders, follow our dreams, whatever you want.

Devon; What about Chuck?

Ellie; Chuck is moving on, you know?

I really believe that this time.

He said he was on a business trip for Buy More in Washington.

Devon: Yeah, yeah, he did sound pretty pumped when I talked to him.

Ellie: Who knows where he'll end up.

Devon; Who knows?

Ellie: Honey, there's nothing keeping us here.

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

Devon; Africa.

Chuck: I've never had to win a girl back, buddy, so I stopped by the store on the way here.

I got Sarah a bunch of stuff.

What do you think? Am I overdoing it?

Morgan; Hmm-mmm.

Chuck; You think I'm overdoing it. I'm overdoing it.

Well, the chocolates are a nice touch, I guess, t buy her back, if that makes any sense.

I know, I know, you're right.

It just finally clicked for me, you know?

Sarah is, is the most important thing.

Morgan: I mean, what's the point of being a spy without her?

Chuck; I've got to win her back, and I've only got a small window of opportunity to do it in before I have to leave for Rome.

Morgan: Hey. Did you just say you're gonna go to Rome?

Chuck: Yeah, my new assignment starts there next week.

Devon: Then you are still leaving. Thank God!

I just fed Ellie some story about you working for Buy More corporate.

She won't go to Africa if you're still here.

Chuck; Well, I'm not going anywhere without Sarah.

Devon; Then let's get you two kids back together.

Shouldn't be too difficult, huh?

Casey:,You seen the stallion she's dating?

Chuck; Casey, do you... ?

Do, do you ever knock or use a door?

Casey: Shaw's not some geek who likes to talk about his feelings all day long. He's a real spy.

Chuck: Oh. Oh, really? Is that so?

Well, apparently, you haven't heard because you no longer work for the United States government, but I'm heading up my own undercover operation.

In Rome. And I get to choose my own team.

Casey: Really? Anyone?

Including a civilian with extensive m*llitary background?

Morgan: Take a number, Casey.

Chuck, I speak fluent Italian.

Menu items mostly.

I'd be an invaluable asset.

Chuck: Listen, guys, I got to get Sarah back first.

Then we can start talking about a team.

Morgan: What are we waiting for, fellas?

Let's help the guy get his girl back. Come on!

Devon; Yeah, so Ellie and I can go to Africa.

Casey: And I can get out of Burbank.

Morgan; I can finally go see Rome.

Maybe meet a nice Italian girl.

See the Vatican... pay my respects to the Pope.

Devon: What are you waiting for, lover boy?

Chuck;,Hey, um...

Sarah: You're back.

Chuck; I've been calling you for, for a couple days now.

You know, there's a lot we need to talk about.

Sarah; I know. I'm sorry.

It's been a little...

Crazy. Yeah, I know.

Beckman flew me to D. C.

I got my badge. It's official now.

I'm an agent.

Sarah; Congratulations. You earned it.

Chuck: You know the CIA-- they're sending me to Italy.

You wouldn't believe the villa that they're putting me up in.

I'm supposed to be some rich young playboy.

But who cares about that?

The point is, Sarah...

I want you to go with me.

Sarah; Chuck, I can't.

Chuck: No, Beckman said I get to choose my own team, cream of the crop. That's you.

Sarah: I'm going to Washington, okay? And I'm going with Shaw.

Chuck; Wait a minute.

Wasn't this the plan?

There's nothing stopping us from being together now.

I passed my spy test.

Sarah: That's why I can't be with you, okay?

You're not... you're not the same guy that I fell for.

Chuck; How? Why? Because I'm an agent now?

How am I not the same guy?

Sarah; You k*lled somebody, Chuck. I saw you k*ll the mole!

Chuck: Sarah, I know what you think you saw on the train tracks, but it's not that simple.

It's more complicated than that. and I need you to believe me.

Sarah: I don't.

Shaw; I hope I'm not interrupting.

Congratulations on your promotion, Special Agent Bartowski.

Chuck; Thank you, sir. Thank you. Yeah, it's, uh... it's very exciting.

Shaw: So what brings you back to Burbank?

Chuck; Um... I, uh, you know, just, uh, just-just tying up a few loose ends.

Sarah: Actually, Chuck was just wondering if I had any last-minute advice on his new assignment in Rome.

Shaw:,Well, you shouldn't have come to her.

You should have come to me.

I was stationed there for two years.

Come on. I can tell you everything you need to know.

Chuck: Oh, great.

Casey; Hey.

How'd it go with Walker?

Chuck: Because she thinks I k*lled the mole, she believes I'm no longer the guy she fell in love with.

I have to tell her the truth.

Casey: What? That I k*lled him? Not gonna happen.

Chuck; Casey, you said it yourself. The guy was a traitor.

Casey: Yeah, well, according to Beckman, so am I.

I'm lucky she didn't put a b*llet in my head.

Get her back some other way.

Chuck: Well, what the heck am I supposed to tell Sarah?

Casey: Tell her whatever you want, just not the truth.

You like being a full-fledged spy, don't you?

You like that nice villa the CIA picked out for you in Rome, hmm?

Then you k*lled the mole. That's how it's got to be.

Morgan: Okay, okay.

How did it go? How did it go?

Casey: Crashed and b*rned.

Morgan: Chuck, did you tell her how you feel?

Chuck; Forget it.

She's leaving with Shaw in the morning.

Chuck: I'm sorry, guys. It's over.

I'm going to get some fresh air, and figure out how I'm going to tell Beckman I'm quitting.

Casey: There goes our chance to ever get out of the Buy More.

Morgan: Really? Is that what they teach you in the Marine Corps?

Casey: Hmm?

Morgan: Roll over and die?

Casey: This isn't exactly combat, Morgan.

Morgan; That's where you're wrong, Casey.

Because love? Love is a b*ttlefield.

Casey: Huh.

Morgan: Hey, fellas.

Need your help.

Actually, Chuck needs your help.

Lester: Went and lost his old lady again, huh?

Morgan; Yeah. How did you know that?

Jeff:We know everything.

Lester:,The eyes and the ears of the strip mall, my friend.

Jeff; Chuck better move quick if he wants to get his froyo ho back.

Lester; Another fella sniffing around the orange.

Orange.

Jeff: Guy knows how to fill out a pair of slacks.

If you know what I'm saying.

Morgan: No, I don't.

I didn't notice that.

(shushing)

Jeff: You want us to put a tail on blondie's new piece?

Lester: Find out his weaknesses, see what skeletons are in his closet?

Blood sample, urine?

Stool?

Morgan: No.

No, not at... I just...

I just need to borrow something.

(engine starting)

(tires screeching)

Chuck;,Whoa! Whoa!

What the crap is going on?

You guys scared the bejeezus out of me.

Casey: We're here to help you reacquire Agent Walker.

Chuck; Guys, listen. You don't understand.

Devon; No, Chuck, you don't understand.

You're not the only one with something at stake here, Chuck.

Morgan:,Yeah, we help you get the girl back, you help us get out of Burbank.

Think of it as a test run for Rome.

Morgan: What do you think, boss?

Hey, get dressed. Reservation's in ten minutes.

Reservation for what? Come on.

Chuck: Guys. Is this Jeff's van?

Casey: Go, go, go!

(tires screeching)

Darn, he's on the move.

Chuck; Guys, what are we doing here?

It's Shaw's date.

Morgan: Wow. That guy can fill out a pair of slacks.

Sarah's with a stallion. Huh.

Devon; Don't listen to him, Chuck.

We have a plan.

You've got nothing to worry about, man.

Man: Target is in position, sir.

Looks like a romantic dinner.

Sorry, Shaw.

1990 Chateau Latour. Excellent choice.

Shaw: Thank you.

Morgan; Knowledge of fine wine. Very classy.

Devon; He just ordered for both of them.

That's a power move, bro.

Casey: Yeah. Guy's a closer.

Chuck; Guys, guys.

A little sensitivity would really go a long way.

Just a smidgeon. A skosh. A dab.

We're talking about the girl I love here.

Shaw: I'm sorry.

Sarah:,What could you possibly be sorry for?

This is amazing.

Shaw: It's just...

I'm sorry that we haven't done this sooner.

Sarah: This is nice.

Shaw; No, it's perfect.

Being here with you.

Shaw: To a new life and a fresh start.

No Burbank, no baggage.

Devon; All right, this isn't good.

Why doesn't John here just drag him out of there?

Casey: I'm afraid my days of legalized body snatching are over, guys.

I'm a civilian now.

This one's on you, Bartowski.

Devon; All right, Chuck. Whatever you do, do not go in there too hot.

You will scare her away.

Morgan: Negative. Okay?

Chuck has to lay it all on the line.

Shaw, he may be handsome and worldly and know his way around a menu, but, man, he's stiff as a board.

Where's that Bartowski charm?

The pizzazz? You flash a smile, you go in there and you...

Devon:,Morgan, why don't you let me handle it? Okay?

No offense, but I've had my fair share of ladies.

'Morgan: Cause you live in a bubble.

Okay? Take a look at yourself.

Go ahead.

It's a freakish bubble of handsomeness.

Now, look at me.

No bubble. No bubble.

I got to be completely verbal.

Now, Chuck, I'm telling you, you just go in and you be fun and you be witty, and you be the charming guy she fell for.

Yeah?

Chuck: Okay. Okay, fine.

But what about Shaw?

Morgan: Just worry about the girl.

I'll take care of the stallion.

Sorry to disturb you, but, Mr. Shaw, you have a phone call.

Ring agent: Target's on the move.

Deep voice (on phone): Agent Shaw.

I'm an operative of The Ring.

If you want to save everyone in this restaurant, you will listen to my instructions very carefully.

(deep voice): You will do everything that I say.

Casey: Where the hell do you think you're going?

Deep voice; Exit the restaurant. Side door.

And head to the back alley.

Ring agent; We've lost visual on the target.

Bring up the phone dub.

Deep voice (on speaker): Stay cool and nobody will get hurt.

Ring agent: Who the hell is that?

Chuck: Is this seat taken?

Sarah:,Chuck, what are you doing here?

Chuck: I'm here for you.

Sarah: What do you want me to say?

Chuck; I want you to say that u'll come with me to Rome.

Sarah:,Well, you know that I can't, and you know why.

Chuck; Look, Sarah, I don't want to have to make a scene in front of all these very nice people, but I will literally do anything to change your mind.

Sarah: Well, then tell me what really happened at the train tracks.

Sarah: If you didn't k*ll the mole, then who did?

Chuck; Look, I don't want there to be any secrets or lies between us, ever again.

So, please, let me just have this one.

And I promise I will never lie to you.

Morgan: There you will head to a pay phone.

The southwest corner. Do it.

But do it slowly.

Deep voice (over speakers): Slowly.

Not one of ours.

Ring agent; Take him down.

(trilling)

We know exactly what you look like, Shaw.

6'2", 220, black hair, very attractive.

(cocking g*n)

Next move, you're to wait for a phone call.

Might not happen right away.

So be patient. And then, when you...

(gasps in deep voice)

Shaw: Do you have any idea who these people are?

What they're capable of?

Morgan: Mm-mmm. Nope?

Chuck: Listen.

I know that you think I'm not that same guy that you met the first day at the Buy More.

And you know what? You're right.

Okay? You're right.

The guy that I was back then hated himself for not knowing what he wanted to do with the rest of his life or who he wanted to spend it with, but now?

Finally, now... I know.

I want to be a spy.

And I want to be with you.

Morgan: Hey, it's just a harmless prank.

Listen, you have to understand...

Who are they?

Is that a taser?

Shaw: Sorry about this.

Morgan ; Oh, boy.

(Morgan wailing, electricity crackling)

Shaw: Sarah.

Morgan: Man down.

I've been tased.

I can't feel my legs.

Bring a stretcher, a wheelbarrow.

Possible change of pants.

Devon; Casey, you got to do something.

He's gunning for Chuck.

Casey: I'm a civilian now. I can't.

Devon: Well, I can.

Daniel.

Shaw: If you're going to sh**t me, just do it.

Put a b*llet in my head.

Ring agent: b*llet?

The director wants to meet with you face to face.

Sarah: What are you saying?

Chuck; Sarah, I'm saying... that I...

(both groaning and coughing)

(tires screech)

(police siren wailing)

(indistinct radio transmission)

Chuck: Next time, take out the guy with the g*n.

Ellie: Jail? Seriously, you guys? Jail?

I mean, Morgan, I would have expected this from you.

Or even from Casey, now that we have all been privy to your public indecency problem.

But, Devon, I never expected this from you.

Devon: No, babe. I am so sorry.

Ellie; You know what?

Just save the apology. Okay?

I want answers.

I want the truth. I want you guys to tell me everything.

Devon: The truth?

Ellie: Yes.

Devon; The truth is...

Casey: We were, uh, helping Chuck.

Ellie: Chuck is in D. C. , Casey.

Morgan; Well, he was. He's back to win back Sarah, so...

Ellie: Hold on for a minute.

You guys expect me to believe that the three of you got my husband b*at up and tossed in jail to save my brother's love life?

Devon: Yes. Yes, we did.

Casey: We're as shocked as you are.

Ellie: And, what's more, Chuck came to you three for advice.

Before me.

Yeah. Yes, he did.

Ellie: Why am I not surprised this ended in jail?

(groans)

Beckman: Agent Shaw, we have just received intel that the Ring agent who tried to capture you is the same man who removed a data drive from inside the mole's body.

Shaw: The data was inside him?

Beckman: He was in the process of digesting it when he was k*lled.

I'll spare you the gory details.

Lucky he was dead first.

We believe the stolen data drive contains highly sensitive case files.

Your new mission is to bring back those files.

Shaw; General, if I may, it's not good enough.

Beckman: Excuse me, Agent Shaw.

You have a better idea?

Shaw: The Ring agent we encountered did not want to k*ll me.

He wanted to take me to the director.

If the Ring wants to take me, let them.

Beckman;,You're volunteering to be a double agent?

Shaw: I'm volunteering to be a bull's-eye.

I'll paint a target on the Ring from within.

I can get close to the director and track his location.

Beckman; And then what?

Shaw: It's your call, General, but I'd suggest you launch an air strike.

Sarah: Shouldn't we stop and ask what the Ring wants with you in the first place?

And why they want you alive?

Shaw: It doesn't matter.

We can decimate the Ring's command structure with a single mission.

Beckman; I see the merits.

But you do recognize the danger?

Shaw: General.

This is the moment I've been waiting for... we've been waiting for.

A singular opportunity.

Whatever the risk may be, I say it's worth it.

Beckman: Very good.

Make it work.

Sarah: Are you trying to get yourself k*lled?

Shaw; You're asking if I'd trade my life for the man who k*lled my wife?

I would.

Sarah: Well, what if I don't let you?

Shaw; It's not your choice.

(beeping)

(whirring)

Man: Hello?

Shaw: This is Daniel Shaw.

I believe you've been looking for me.

I'm ready to come in.

It's done.

Chuck: Ellie, hey.

Um, look, I can explain.

Ellie: Chuck, listen to me.

Chuck: No. I know exactly what you're going to say.

And you're absolutely right.

It was completely immature of me to get everyone involved like that.

Ellie; Chuck, you're not listening.

Chuck: Stupid? Maybe stupid's the word you're looking for.

I get it. I went too far.

Ellie: You didn't go far enough, Chuck.

Sarah is special. I know it.

You know it. If you love her, if she's the one, then you don't stop. You don't quit.

You never go too far.

You are a Bartowski, Chuck.

Start acting like one.

Sarah: Shaw, please. You're moving too fast.

You're not thinking this through.

Shaw: Hey, we're spies, Walker.

Let's start acting like it.

Sarah: But you don't have to do this.

There's got to be another way.

Shaw: It's the only way to be sure.

I have to do this.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

Sarah: What's that?

Shaw: It's how you'll find me.

This will give Beckman the coordinates for the air strike.

(clears throat) Chuck: Wow.

You just...

You just swallowed that thing whole, huh?

No-No water to wash it down.

Shaw: Take care of her, Chuck.

Chuck:Uh...

Where is he going?

Sarah: Shaw is turning himself in to the Ring.

He's leading us to them.

He's sacrificing himself, Chuck.

Chuck; Oh.

(beeps)

Jeff; I never should have let Morgan lay his dirty little hands on Loretta.

Lester:,She's a sweet van, my friend.

Jeff; That van's my retirement, dude.

Lester: And they took the van and they left us.

That is a slap in the face.

Jeff: It's insulting.

Do they have any idea how much stalking experience I have?

Lester: If only they did, Jeffrey.

You're very prolific.

You're the-the Picasso of creepiness.

It's true. And this is my Blue period.

Lester: Good. There's the guy.

Blondie's new boyfriend.

We need to demonstrate our worth.

Show them that we can stalk with the best of them.

What do you say, my friend?

Jeff: Let's do the dizzle.

Chuck: Shaw's going on a su1c1de mission?

Sarah: I don't care what he says.

I am not letting him go in alone.

(typing)

Chuck; He's not going in alone.

(alarm blares)

Sarah: Chuck, what are you doing?

Shaw needs help.

Chuck: I know he does.

And that's why I'm going in to bring him back.

Sarah: But the air strike is on its way.

You're both going to get k*lled.

Why are you helping him?

Chuck: 'Cause I know how much you care about him.

Ring agent: Glad you could make it.

The director's expecting you.

Be cool.

Lester; You think he saw us?

Jeff: Never.

Frisk him.

Jeff; Stalkee is behind a gray van with another male, possibly for a sexual encounter.

Both men are physically fit.

Should be lively.

Lester: Jeffrey?

Don't make me afraid to be alone with you.

Ring agent; In case you swallowed a tracker.

Rather err on the side of caution.

(screaming and coughing)

They're much quieter when they're dead.

(gagging and screaming)

What do we have here?

Now we can go see the director.

Casey: This is the exact model our federal government uses when cleaning up hot zones.

m*rder investigations.

Customer: So, does this model come with any rebates?

Casey: Huh?

Morse code.

Got to run.

It's on the house.

(device beeping)

Chuck;,Oh. Ugh.

(cell phone ringing)

Lester, I'm in the middle of something right now.

I can't talk.

Lester: Oh, yeah. No, no, no, no. No worries. No worries, buddy.

I, too, am a little bit busy.

Uh, stalking Sarah's new stallion, as Jeffrey would say.

Chuck;,You got to be kidding me.

Lester: Hang up the phone.

Jeff; I've been insulted enough.

Chuck; Wait, wait, wait, wait! No, no, no, no, no.

You guys are stalking Sarah's new stallion?

Lester:,Yes, on our off time, to show you what amateurs you're working with.

Well, can you see him right now?

Lester:,No, we're tucked behind a dumpster.

But it did look like the Stallion and some frat guys were heading into a dingy warehouse or something.

Dude is into some kinky stuff.

Chuck; Okay. Listen, Lester.

I need you to tell me where you are right now.

Lester: It looks like we're at the corner of 2nd and Alvarado.

Casey: Hey!

Sarah: Oh, thank you, Casey.

I haven't used Morse code since basic training.

Casey: I use it all the time to talk to my Marine buddies. What's up?

Sarah: Okay, Shaw gave himself up to the director, and Chuck locked me in here because he knew I would try and rescue him and Beckman's going to b*mb the location.

Shaw dies an American hero.

Sarah: Not if I can help it.

Okay, good. He's still on the move.

Thank you, Casey.

I'm sorry. I can't let you stay in here.

Now, Casey.

(growls)

Chuck: Hey!

Where is he?

Lester: Nice to see you, too.

Suspects have entered the building.

Chuck; That is incredible.

You guys are, like, the most amazing stalkers I've ever seen.

I will tell my grandchildren about you.

Jeff; Wait. Wanna borrow some brass knuckles?

Nunchuks?

Chuck; Uh, why would you even have...

No. While I appreciate that, Jeff, very much, I-I-I don't believe in v*olence.

Lester; So, should they give you a b*at-down, you expect us to have your back?

Chuck; No, thanks.

Lester: Okay. See you later.

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(rattling, beeping)

Chuck: Oh.

Here we go.

(clicks, whirring)

(whimpering)

(panting)

Wow.

Tracker's gone subterranean.

Location is stabilized and remains fixed.

Agent Shaw has arrived and the B-2 has been deployed with bunker-busters.

What do you want to do?

Beckman; Drop the bombs.

And Agent Shaw?

Beckman : He's a true American hero.

Ring director; Welcome, Daniel.

I've been waiting to meet you for a long time.

Shaw: If you're going to k*ll me, get it over with.

Ring director; I don't want to k*ll you, Daniel.

I want to educate you.

Shaw: What is this?

Ring director: A gift.

The answer you've been seeking for all these years.

(trills)

(electrical snap)

MAN (echoing): Max, who loves you...

(woman laughing)

Woman: (echoing): Happy birthday.

Okay, my turn. Give me the camera.

Maybe it was a bad idea to get you a video for your birthday.

Come on. Now you're just wasting tape.

This is ridiculous. Happy birthday.

Shaw; How'd you get this?

Ring director; We have lots of information on Eve.

Just watch, Daniel.

It's time you learned the truth about your wife's m*rder.

Thought you might like to see some surveillance footage from that night.

(g*nsh*t)

(Danielle gasps)

Shaw: No!

Ring director ; It must be so difficult for you.

You didn't think I'd come here in person.

(echoing): I'll be in touch.

(zapping)

MAN (over radio): Three minutes to target.

(g*n zaps)

Chuck; Huh. No flash necessary.

Good tranqs.

Ring agent; Freeze!

Drop it.

(both groaning)

(panting)

Man: We got a lock on the tracker.

Beckman: Congratulations, Agent Walker. We destroyed a Ring compound, . hopefully eliminating some of their higher-ups, and you managed to rescue Agent Shaw.

Once again, you and your team prevail.

Sarah: I can't take any of the credit, General.

It was all Chuck. He saved Shaw by himself.

Beckman: Duly noted.

Well, Agent Walker, it's been a highly memorable three years in Burbank.

I look forward to working face-to-face with you in Washington.

Have a safe flight.

Chuck: How's Shaw doing?

Sarah: He's still unconscious, but the doctors say he'll make a full recovery, thanks to you.

Chuck: Well, I mean, you know he would have done the same for me.

Look, I don't want to pester you, Sarah, or become some, some nuisance that you can't avoid.

I've seen Morgan go down that road far too many times to count.

And since I've already given the fancy eloquent version of this speech before, right now I'm just gonna be blunt and honest.

I love you.

One more time just because it feels really nice to say: I love you.

I feel like I've been bottling this up forever. I love you.

Sarah; Chuck, you don't have...

Chuck: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm getting out of hand, but...

Look, you were right in Prague.

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 this spy life.

Sarah: Chuck, I've made a commitment, and not just to Shaw.

Chuck; Don't go.

Don't do it. Leave with me instead.

Today at 2:00, Union Station, we go to Mexico, and after that, anywhere that you want.

I would, however, like to go and see the Eiffel Tower at some point if that's at all possible.

Don't answer now.

Don't say a word.

I don't want to have to convince you.

I just want you to show up.

I'm gonna kiss you now... if that's okay.

â? ª â? ª

I'm gonna go home to pack both summer and winter wear.

I love you, Sarah Walker.

I always have.

(heart monitor beeping)

WOMAN (over P. A. ): Dr. Morris, dial 183, please.

Dr. Morris.

(phone rings)

Shaw; This is Shaw.

(knocking)

Casey: You got a sec?

Sarah: Uh, yeah, sure. Come on in.

Uh, can I get you a drink or anything?

Casey: No, no, I can't stay.

I just wanted to come by and tell you something about Bartowski.

Sarah; Well, if you came to plead his case, then that's really not necessary.

Casey: No, he didn't send me.

He doesn't know I'm here.

I just wanted to tell you something in case it changed anything.

He didn't k*ll the mole.

Sarah: What?

Casey: I did.

He didn't have the stones to pull the trigger.

The kid's not a k*ller.

Just not wired that way.

Unlike us.

Just thought you should know.

See you around.

Sarah: Casey...

Casey: Yeah?

Sarah: Thank you.

Casey: You have a nice life, Walker.

â? ª â? ª

(door bangs open)

Shaw: Hey, Washington will have to wait.

We have a trace on the Director.

I have the details in the car. Come on.

Sarah:,Well, I need to call Chuck.

Shaw: There's no time. You can do it from the car.

(phone rings)

Beckman : Chuck, we have an urgent situation.

Our forensic team was able to recover this video from the wreckage of the Ring's bunker.

The woman is Agent Eve Shaw, Daniel Shaw's deceased wife.

Chuck: Well, this is all very touching, General, but what does it have to do with Sarah?

Beckman:,Keep watching.

The data drive the Ring recovered from the mole's body, we now believe it contained footage of a red test conducted on the night of Agent Shaw's death.

Chuck: That's Sarah.

Sarah k*lled his wife.

Did you know?

Beckman: I assure you I had no knowledge that Agent Walker was responsible for Eve Shaw's death.

Chuck: If Shaw has seen this... if the Ring played him this video...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. General, where is Sarah now?

Beckman: We believe she's with Agent Shaw.

Do you have any idea where Agent Shaw might have taken her?

Sarah: I still don't have a signal.

Daniel, where are you taking us?

Shaw; To settle an old score.