04x19 - Chuck Versus the Muuurder

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

Bentley: I'm putting together a new team, and I want you to lead them.

Chuck; So this was your idea? Use my father's program to make your own Intersects?

Sarah; Vicki, no! Don't sh**t!

(beeping) Chuck, are you about to disarm a nuclear b*mb using fruit juice?

Beckman: Agent Bartowski, you will oversee all aspects of the Intersect project from here on out.

Bentley: Mrs. Woodcomb?

Ellie: Yes?

Bentley; I believe that I have something of yours.

Ellie: Great news.

I found my dad's computer.

(typing)

Ellie; Wow, Dad.

(computer beeps)

Devon: Still at it, babe?

Ellie: Yeah.

Did you get Clara down?

Devon; Um...

Hon?

Ellie: What?

(laughing): Oh, my God.

I'm so sleep deprived, I...

I'm not tired, although I feel...

I feel totally awake, you know?

Devon: You're in the zone. How's it going?

Ellie; My dad's work is so amazing. I've never seen such creative experimentation in neuroplasticity before.

His mind is... incredible.

Devon: That's probably where Clara gets it.

She said "arthroscopic" yesterday.

Ellie: Honey, if Clara can say "arthroscopic" she needs to stop pooping her pants.

Devon: You sure you should be digging around on your dad's computer?

I mean, like you said, what if it's... dangerous?

Ellie: Well, I don't know.

But I've never seen anything like this before, Devon.

I think that he was working on getting the neural circuitry in the brain to reorganize itself. It's...

It's fascinating.

Don't worry, honey.

What's the worst that could happen?

Beckman: Good morning, team.

As you know, today begins the agency's new agenda: find Intersect candidates who are as similar to Agent Bartowski as possible.

Thank you for joining us, Director.

The Intersect clearly works better in Chuck than in anyone Director Bentley was able to find.

Morgan: Ouch. So sorry.

Beckman: This time our search will be led by the only man who really knows what it's like to be an Intersect.

Chuck, we need you to find more Chucks.

Chuck; Well, it's going to be tough, you know... broke the mold, etcetera.

Beckman: Just a reminder... you are all to provide support to Agent Bartowski in any way he requires.

Chuck, you're in charge.

Chuck; Thank you, General.

(computer screen beeps)

Morgan: In charge. Well, man, I'm-I'm-I'm moved, here.

I'm so proud of you.

Chuck: Well, thanks. I-I appreciate the sentiment, Morgan. But it's really not that big a deal.

Although it does seem like it's been four years in the making.

Casey: Glad it hasn't gone to your head.

Chuck; I'm just saying, I may have saved the city by disarming a nuclear b*mb using a juice box...

Sarah: Yes, you did.

Morgan: But, be careful, 'cause remember last time you were in charge, you led our party of D and D adventurers to their fiery deaths.

(Chuck laughs, clears his throat)

Chuck: We've been over this, Morgan, okay?

If Tom had cast the spell of confusion, then we would have been out of that situation...

(mutters) Well anyway... that's neither here nor there!

But I do want to address the elephant in the room, which is, you know, "reporting to me, " which can be a little weird or awkward for some of you...

(groans)

But I think you're all very important.

Bentley; I hope you enjoy this.

I'll be back in charge as soon as you and your... stupid pocket protector screw it up.

Morgan: Um, excuse me.

Pocket protectors are not only very practical, they are required Buy More attire, lady.

Chuck: Okay! Well, using my own personality as a guide, I've created an extensive psychological profile.

Langley culled their database for matches and sent me four spies that are perfect candidates.

They're going to be here in an hour.

Casey: Good Lord. Four more Chucks.

Chuck: All right. First up is Lewis.

Tech-ops specialist.

Star hacker by the age of 14.

His Warcraft Guild took down Deathwing, World First.

Morgan: No.

Chuck; Yes.

And the coolest part...

Lewis (British accent): Good afternoon.

Chuck: He spent some time in England.

(British accent): So he has a delightful English accent.

(growls) CHUCK (normal voice): Josie.

Psy-ops genius.

A real feeler and emoter, with a scary sense of intuition, which makes her great in the interrogation room.

Casey: I get it.

You had to get a girl to find someone as feely as you.

(screaming)

Bogie. Get down!

Chuck: N- n-no. No, no, no.

Not a bogie, guys. Not a bogie.

This is Damian.

Former Navy Seal. Marksman award.

But because of his appearance, he's been typecast by the Agency.

Spent the last ten years embedded in and he's really sick of the desert.

Which kind of reminded me of... when I was stuck in the Buy More.

I think he could really shine in an opportunity like this.

And last, but the opposite of least...

Sarah: Wow.

Chuck: Brody. The Brodster.

Nerdy. Emotional.

Into his family and friends.

Disarmingly attractive.

Casey; Dear God, there's another one.

Chuck; Okay. Let's get to work, huh?

Chuck: Casey, you'll be handling physical testing.

Chuck: Sarah, you'll handle psychological evaluations.

Sarah: So. You're in the field and you have a conflict with your partner.

What do you do?

Josie: You want me to say that I'd talk about it right away.

But what I'd really do is manipulate my partner into doing what I want.

Chuck: And Morgan... you're in charge of evaluating the candidates' cultural knowledge.

Morgan: Quick: Rush's best album.

Lewis; Ah!

Caress of Steel.

Morgan: (imitates a buzzer) No. Next!

Lewis: I find few conflicts come up if everyone can just be civil.

Morgan; Charlton Heston sci-fi question for you.

What's cooler: Soylent Green or Omega Man?

Damian: Trick question: POTA.

Wow.

(grunts)

Hwah! Hwah! Hwah! Hwah!

(thud)

(grunts, thud)

(groans)

Chuck: Can somebody bring Lewis an icepack?

Morgan: Favorite Bond: Connery excluded.

Josie: I have no opinion about any of this.

Why do men care so much about these things?

Nothing you're asking me matters at all.

Morgan: What on earth is she talking about?

Brody: I'd talk about it, right away, for as long as it takes.

Nothing should ever wait or be left unsaid.

Sometimes it's best to say things two or three times, even.

Morgan: Most important graphic novelist: Grant Morrison or Moore/Gibbons?

Brody: Kind of a Brian Vaughn man, myself.

Chuck: Actually...

I've always secretly felt that way.

Sarah: So, time to pick a new Intersect.

You ready, Chuck?

(Casey grunts)

Chuck: (clears throat) Yes.

Yes. I'm ready.

I was, uh, I was honestly feeling... kind of nervous earlier.

But I went upstairs, got a little fresh air, and now I am ready.

I just feel bad for the others, though, you know? I mean...

We've really started to become friends through all this.

I'm the "cool boss. "

Bentley: Yes, you are incredibly cool.

Now, who are you going to choose?

Chuck: Well, what's your vote?

I mean, just because I'm in charge doesn't mean I don't value your opinion.

Bentley: My opinion is, you're going to screw it up.

Chuck: What is the diff...

Man, she hates me.

Sarah; Well, you did steal her job.

You're her nemesis.

Chuck: I hate being a nemesis.

Maybe I should take her out to coffee.

Casey: Bentley's no joke.

You should stop trying to befriend her and watch your back.

The only thing that's going to make her look worse than this whole Greta debacle is you succeeding where she and I couldn't.

Now... who's the new Intersect?

(ringtone plays)

Brody: Nice!

(rattling) What are you doing?

(gasps)

(tires screeching)

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

(whimpers)

Morgan: Wow, really? Is it big BM day?

Mike: That's the best kind of day there is.

Now hand me some of them flyers, and let's sell some TVs.

Morgan: I'm-I'm sorry, Big Mike.

Why are you wearing the big B. M. ?

I thought that we retired it.

Big mike: It's for the new LED flat-screen TV sale.

The Large Mart has the same promotion going on today.

Morgan: Those bastards!

They don't respect us.

I mean, the last five promotions that we've had, Large Mart has had the same ones!

Mike: If we don't do something special they are going to hand us our head in a handbasket, just like always.

Morgan: I don't know if that's... quite the expression.

But, l-l-let me tell you something.

You do not have to sell yourself like this.

Mike: Say what?

Other men wear collared shirts all day, while I get to wear a... a great big B. M. on my chest!

That's job satisfaction.

Morgan: If you say so.

Mike: You know, son, as leader of the Buy More, you set the tone.

Look, I know you got a lot going on here.

But remember, the Buy More is a special place.

It can be fun here!

Morgan: Okay. Okay. You're right.

You know what?

Let's have some fun, huh?

Mike: All right. That a boy. (laughs)

(car tires screech)

Hey! Hey! No!

Aah... Hey!

Hey! (shouts indistinctly)

(tires screech)

(panting)

Hey, g*ng.

Say, uh, has anyone seen Brody?

Josie: No.

Lewis: No.

Damian: Haven't seen him.

Huh. All right.

Josie: Well, I guess Chuck has made his choice.

Lewis: Nobody ever picks me.

(cell phone vibrates)

Chuck: Hey, Devon, what's up?

Devon: I think I have some bad news.

Ellie's been working on your dad's computer.

Chuck; What? !

That was supposed to be under lock and key. How did she get it back?

Devon; She said some woman brought it over.

Told her that the Buy More tech dudes gave it to her by mistake.

Chuck: No, no, no, no, no.

Devon; Chuck, I would have told you sooner, but I didn't think she'd find anything.

But Chuck, she's making progress.

Chuck: Okay, look, it is very important... imperative even... that we stop that work immediately.

Devon; You should see how happy she's been.

I think the work is making her feel close to your dad again.

Chuck: Listen, I'm stuck here for a little bit.

So I need you to take care of this right away.

Just replace the computer's hard drive with a blank one when Ellie's not looking.

She'll think it just broke again.

And-and I'll take care of the rest.

Bye.

Chuck: Director Bentley? Director Bentley, I need to ask you, did you give the Orion computer to my sister Ellie?

Bentley; No.

Chuck: Well, I don't mean to offend, but I don't believe you.

Bentley: You shouldn't.

I gave it to her.

Chuck; I knew it! I knew it, I knew it.

Okay, maybe you were unaware that I feel very strongly about keeping my sister away from the CIA, but now that you know that, I hope that you respect it, because I'm in charge.

Bentley: The problem is, I don't respect you.

Chuck; Hey, hey, you can resent me all you want... whether you like it or not, this is my project for a reason.

I'm going to tell Brody he's the new Intersect.

A choice I feel very confident... (grunts)

What the... ?

Bentley: It's blood.

Chuck: Ew.

And there's so much of it.

It's coming from over there.

(gasping)

Bentley: Well, there goes your first choice.

Lewis: Dear Lord!

There's been a m*rder!

Morgan: So, Large Mart claims that this kidnapping is in retaliation.

See, I know no one here would break a two-year prank detente with the Large Mart because, I as your leader, have forbid it.

Why? Because it's just that important.

But there you have it.

They claim we kidnapped Kevin Bacon.

What did you two do?

Oh, you put Kevin Bacon in a closet?

Really?

Lester: Listen, we had to.

Otherwise, they would have dominated us just like always, right? (all agreeing)

'Cause weirdly, an adorable little pig attracts more customers than a large man wearing a big yellow and green B. M.

Call me crazy.

(grunts)

Ah.

All: Ah. Sweet.

Jeff: I'm buying whatever he's selling.

(grunts)

Chuck; I can't believe he's dead.

How could this happen on my watch to my top recruit? Who would do this?

Sarah: Well, nobody's been in Castle for a week besides us, Bentley and the recruits.

That means the k*ller is still among us.

Casey: That's it, all of them.

Uh-uh.

(with British accent): And the one in your skivvies, mate.

Chuck: It's like D and D all over again.

Sarah: Okay, you are still in charge.

You need to be calm and confident.

But just remember, we need to figure this out, okay?

Chuck: Right.

Calm... confident.

Okay.

Okay, here's the situation, people.

Castle is officially in lockdown.

Which means all cell phone use is blocked.

We will be going over all of the surveillance footage and interrogating each and every one of you.

Now, Casey, Sarah, a little sidebar.

Lewis: Looks like some of us are above suspicion.

Josie: Yes. Why do they get to keep their weapons?

Yeah, who the hell are they?

Chuck: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, enough of that.

Casey here has been a part of Team Bartowski proudly, for years now, and has saved my life countless times.

Lewis: Oh, I get it now.

You're the Intersect's brainless heavy.

Chuck; Colonel Casey would never k*ll anyone... who didn't deserve it.

Josie; What about her?

Chuck; Uh, I think I can safely say that my fiancee here would never k*ll anyone... who didn't deserve it.

Josie: Your fiancee, huh?

Now I see it.

Sarah; What is that supposed to mean?

Chuck: Wait, ba-ba-ba-ba, okay, okay.

You go back over there. You go back over there.

You come over here.

As I was saying, it is not Casey, nor is it Sarah.

So therefore, the k*ller must be one of you.

Damian: Right. Let's blame the swarthy, bearded guy.

Chuck: No, no.

Lewis: I have lots of friends who are t*rrorists.

Damian: This is just what my face looks like!

I didn't spend the last ten years in a cave for my country to have to deal with this.

I'm totally out of here.

Oh, and by the way, I'm Greek.

Chuck; Greek? I wouldn't have guessed that.

Damian, wait!

Don't sh**t anyone, Casey.

Damian, wait.

Wait.

Damian, halt. Please halt.

No, just, no! Please, just...

Damian:I'm leaving now.

Chuck: Damian...

(beeping)

Damian, no!

Just get me out of here.

Josie: 'He's losing a lot of blood.

Damian: I need a doctor!

Sarah: I'm grabbing some bandages.

Let's just put some pressure on the wound. .

(groans)

Chuck: Sarah, everything is off-line.

We can't access the surveillance videos anymore, and all communication channels with CIA are dark.

Casey: Good job getting the emergency lights back up.

The b*mb was linked to the three others.

The main power grid is out.

Sarah: Since the doors were already on lockdown, we're in here without any support.

Chuck: We're trapped?

This is not going well.

Sarah: Listen to me, Chuck, the most important thing about leadership is to convince everybody that you have everything under control.

Chuck: What if instead Casey was in charge, yeah?

Or maybe you could be in charge.

Casey: It doesn't work like that.

I had my sh*t.

Almost nuked the Inland Empire.

Sarah: These people have been following you for a week.

Chuck, look, you're not in charge by accident.

You did disarm a nuclear b*mb containing fruit juice.

Okay, you can do this.

We're right behind you.

Chuck; Thanks.

Okay, so... so here's the thing.

We are officially checked in, now, with a k*ller, but not to worry... I have everything under control.

(yells) (electrical crackling)

I feel calm.

Lewis: Bloody hell, we're sitting here disarmed and the meat head has all the g*ns.

Sarah: Casey, listen, you need to swallow this, okay? What's most important now is to support Chuck. He needs to look like the boss. Fine.

Casey: I still don't trust an American operative with a British accent.

Lewis: Well, it's not my fault.

It's from my semester abroad.

Josie: Wait, one semester? You got an accent from four months in England?

Damian: Yeah, that's really annoying, dude.

Lewis: Well, it's not that bad.

Morgan: First off, I'd like to thank all of the Large Mart representatives for coming.

Sincerely, I cannot apologize enough...

Large mart manager: Just give us Kevin Bacon, and peace can be restored.

Morgan: Fine. Fine.

I would like proof of life.

See, you have a certain human being of ours, and, uh, I'd like to speak with him.

(sighs)

Large mart manager; You won't be able to track the signal, so don't bother.

Morgan: Big Mike?

Mike: Hello, son.

Morgan: Thank God.

Big Mike, it's so good to hear your voice.

I was sick. I can't go a whole day without my number two.

How are you doing?

Mike: I'm fine.

Whatever you do, don't give in to Large Mart's demands.

Morgan: Of course I'm going to give in to their demands.

I got to get you out of there, okay?

Do you want me just to call the police?

Uh, the police have no jurisdiction here.

Mike:,This isn't anything that can't be handled within the confines of the shopping center.

And anyway, I'm having a nice time.

They brought in Subway flat bread breakfast sandwiches.

The steak, egg and cheese ones? With chipotle southwest sauce.

It reminds me of your mama.

Muy caliente.

Morgan: I've heard enough.

Lester: He has heard enough.

Morgan: Okay, Marvin, here we are.

Take your pig and...

Marvin; This some kind of joke?

Where is Kevin Bacon?

Morgan: I don't... I don't know.

Okay, Marvin, you have my word.

I will get to the bottom of this.

But you need to give me till midnight, and I will find your pig.

Marvin; Yeah, well, if you don't, I can't promise your friend's safety.

But I can promise you this... a big flaming B. M. on your doorstep.

Ellie; Devon, I had a breakthrough.

Devon: What's going on?

Ellie; Well, I had an epiphany between baby yoga and music.

I was trying to figure out how my dad's research added up, and then I thought about Clara, and about how she's learning stuff so fast.

My dad was trying to figure out a way to input knowledge into the human brain without having to learn it.

Devon; Wow.

Ellie: Yeah.

I mean, think about the implications, Devon.

He left that knowledge for me for a reason, and I... and I figured it out, but why?

I just... I don't know what he wanted me to do with it.

I just wish... I wish he was here.

Devon: Yeah. Yeah.

We do.

Chuck: So, Director, the way I see it, you've got more motive than anyone.

You hate that I'm in charge.

You want my program to fail.

And you've said very mean things to me all day.

Bentley: I would never do anything like this.

Chuck; Oh, wouldn't you?

I mean, you've already gone after my sister, so clearly you are willing to do anything to benefit your own project.

Including m*rder.

And you're the only one who knew that Brody was my first choice.

Bentley: Brody made you light up like a 13-year-old girl.

Everyone knew he was your first choice.

Chuck: What? Really?

Josie; I don't know what else you want me to say.

I didn't do it!

Sarah: I'm not buying this whole weepy thing. It doesn't fit your profile.

You're not the only one who's trained in psy-ops, you know.

You've been hiding something from us all week and you've been highly emotional.

Josie: For your information, I'm emotional because I got dumped last week by my boyfriend for being... too emotional! (sobbing)

Chuck; (whispers): Look, I don't do too well with girls and crying.

You know what I mean?

Maybe we should be a little easier on her.

Sarah: She's trained to do this, Chuck.

Do not let her manipulate you.

(sobbing continues)

Chuck; Okay, fine, I won't, I won't.

Damian: (groans) This is t*rture!

You're torturing me!

Chuck: No, we're not! No, we're not torturing you!

There's no t*rture going on in here!

Sarah: Although there is no clear definition.

Chuck; (quietly): Sarah...

Look, we're gonna get you some more painkillers very soon.

But first, you're gonna answer a few more questions, okay?

For example, why is your bag covered in sand, huh?

Which happens to be a great way to throw off our X-ray equipment. Mighty convenient.

Damian: Or it's because everything I have is covered in sand!

Because the CIA won't send me anywhere where there isn't any sand!

(groans)

Chuck: Old school. I like it.

Damian: It doesn't even work... because there's sand in it.

(groans)

Chuck: Lewis, my tech guy... and suspiciously, an elite b*mb specialist.

You knew I had high hopes for you.

Maybe that was your motivation.

I mean, you knew that Brody was my first choice and that you were my second.

Lewis: No, I didn't know that, but thanks for not choosing me.

Chuck: You didn't, you didn't know that?

Oh, looky what we have here!

Sharp! Can you explain this?

Lewis: Uh, it's my Kn*fe.

Chuck: Yes, but why do you have a Kn*fe used by an IRA b*mb maker in your bag?

Lewis: Because I k*lled an IRA b*mb maker and I took it from him.

Casey: Walker, Bartowski, you figure out who the k*ller is yet?

Sarah; No luck. It could be any one of them.

Chuck: All we know is that whoever the k*ller is, they were sitting in that chair.

Sarah: I'm not even sure that we know that much.

Chuck: (device trills) Actually, Sarah, I'm pretty certain, as there is a b*mb strapped to the bottom of the chair.

We gotta go right now!

Lester; Did you feel that?

Jeff: I haven't felt anything for years.

(Chuck coughs)

Sarah : What's happening?

Chuck: My ears are ringing! I can't hear anything!

Sarah: Are you okay?

(coughing)

(g*n hammer cocks)

Casey; Walker, glad you're still alive.

Chuck: Yeah, I'm good, too. Thanks, buddy.

(Sarah coughs)

Casey: Damian caught another piece of shrapnel, this time in the back.

Chuck; Oh, my God, we gotta get him to a doctor!

Casey: We will.

Unless we die here.

Then he'll have to wait.

Everyone's here except Lewis.

Sarah: Yeah, of course, the b*mb expert.

He must have set up the b*mb so he could get away, which means...

Casey: Lewis is the k*ller.

Chuck: Seriously?

He was my second choice.

Morgan: This is not just our BM we're talking about here.

This is our Big Mike.

He's in real danger here, fellas. Real danger.

Think about it: what if these men were to take away his sandwiches, hmm?

He is not built for that.

So I have to ask you one more time, okay: Where is Kevin Bacon?

Lester: I don't know what to say, my friend. It's a... it's a mystery.

It's an unsolvable mystery.

Morgan: It is not a mystery! In fact, it is quite obvious what has happened.

You stole Kevin Bacon, and therefore you two hid him, hmm?

Jeff: Or... did we?

Chuck: Okay, Damian's unconscious, but he's still alive, for now.

(electrical whirring)

Look, the good news is we can trust each other again.

Lewis is clearly the one who planted the bombs and k*lled Brody, who probably caught him in the process.

Lewis: Brody!

(gasps)

Sarah: We're gonna need all hands on deck.

Lewis is in Castle with nowhere to go.

That guy can build a b*mb out of anything.

Watch for trip wires, booby-traps.

Chuck: Yeah, also remember it's important that we capture this guy alive.

Okay? We need to find out who he's working for.

Why he would have sabotaged Castle.

Bentley: You just gonna stand around and talk about it, leader?

Chuck: No, I'm gonna find Lewis and I'm gonna take that bastard down.

(g*ns cock)

Listen, Director, I just wanted to apologize for accusing you of m*rder.

And if you promise to stay away from my sister, I think we can get past it.

Maybe even become friends.

Do you know what your problem is?

You want people to like you too much.

A good leader shouldn't care about that.

Sector Two clear.

Josie; You don't understand, six years we were together.

I mean, how did you get the Intersect to commit?

Sarah; Sector One clear.

Chuck: Clearly, you feel that way, as you haven't made even the slightest of attempts to be liked.

Bentley: That's not important to me.

Chuck: Really? Not even a little bit? What, are you made of stone?

Bentley: Shh! Did you hear that?

(thudding steps)

Chuck: Guys, I hear movement in the ducts.

(thudding continues)

Sarah: Yeah, I hear it too, Chuck. It's Lewis.

Chuck: Crap. I lost him.

Casey, you got anything?

(clattering)

Casey: (quietly): I'm right underneath him.

Freeze, Limey, if you want to keep your boys.

What the hell?

Chuck; What is it?

Casey; It's a pig.

(grunts)

(Casey grunts)

Sarah: A pig?

Morgan: You hid Kevin Bacon in the air ducts?

Jeff: If you love something, let it go.

If it comes back, you can eat it.

Lester: He lives by a strange philosophy of karma and diet.

It combines the two.

But it works for him.

Chuck: A pig? Did he really just say... ?

Bentley: That means Lewis is still out there.

And all I've got is you.

Chuck: Whoa! Where you going?

Bentley: I'm going to the Intersect room.

It's bombproof and it's the safest place in Castle.

Chuck: Don't you... ?

Director, stop! I command you!

Hey, hey! I don't wanna pull rank here, but you can't just walk away from me like that.

Bentley: Ooh, you don't want to pull rank 'cause I may not like you?

Chuck: What is that?

That is none of your concern.

Chuck: It is absolutely my concern.

It's my father's research. It's government property!

Chuck: It's my sister using the computer... !

Bentley: It's a matter of national security!

Chuck: National security? ! You're putting my family in danger!

Bentley: I am protecting my country and saving my project from you!

Chuck: Do you see him?

Bentley: I see him.

Mm-hmm.

Chuck: We got you, Lewis.

There's nowhere left to go.

(hydraulic whirring)

I think we can safely say that Lewis is not the k*ller.

Bentley: Brilliant deduction, Sherlock.

Chuck: It was bad. I mean I've seen bad, but this was grizzly.

Sarah: That means the k*ller's still out there.

Casey: Leaves just the ladies. Figures.

All right, let's finish this.

It's not me, so that leaves you.

My sentiments exactly.

Chuck; All right, everybody shut up and put your weapons down.

Unless it's one of them.

Whoa-whoa-whoa! Drop your g*ns.

Josie: You drop your g*ns! I want this to be over!

Bentley: This is a mess. Okay, leader, whatcha got?

Who's the k*ller?

There's been a m*rder!

I know who did it.

What?

Chuck; At first, I thought Brody's k*ller had to be Lewis, since it made sense that my second choice would want to k*ll my first choice.

Josie: So I'm not your first or second choice. That's good to know.

Chuck: No, no, no, no, no, no, look, look, I loved all of you guys.

Really. It's just that there can only be one number one and one number two, but they're both dead now.

And if it makes you feel any better, I did suspect you of being the k*ller for a little while, mainly because of your...

volatile emotional state.

Josie: (gasps) Sorry.

Chuck: But you're not a m*rder*r.

While going through your things, I found the pregnancy stick.

You're expecting.

Casey: Congratulations. I hope you're blessed with a boy.

Chuck; So, which brings me to where my suspicions have been pointing the entire time.

Bentley: You must be joking.

Chuck: Only one person was unaccounted for during Brody's and Lewis's murders...

Bentley: My opinion is you're going to screw it up.

Chuck; ... and who has unique access to Castle's infrastructure.

(whirring)

Bentley; I'd be very careful.

Chuck (whispers): I know it isn't you.

Casey: What?

Chuck: She had ample opportunity to k*ll me, and she didn't take it, okay?

I just wanted everyone on this side of the room so I could quietly tell you: it's Damien.

He's the k*ller, and he's probably armed.

Bentley; Let's do it.

I'll flank him on the left.

I got your right.

Bentley: I got your back, Chuck.

Damien: How about we go with Plan "B", Chuck?

You're going to let me out of here.

You're going to get me to a doctor, or... I'm going to blow us all up.

Chuck: The boombox? Really?

I- I guess actually I should've expected that.

Look, be rational, okay? You want to get out of here just as much as we do.

Damian: How do you know what I want?

I wasn't even one of your choices.

'Chuck: Cause you don't want to die.

You've wanted out of here all along.

Brody caught you planting the expl*sives in Castle.

Brody: What are you doing?

Chuck: That's why you k*lled him, and had to cover your tracks.

(groans)

But when we locked this place down, you knew it was only a matter of time before we knew that you were the k*ller.

And that's when you really committed.

By blowing yourself up.

Chuck: Knowing where the expl*sives were placed, you used the door to shield yourself from the blast.

Casey; Bold move.

Damian: I had no choice.

Sarah: But the bombs locked all the doors.

Chuck: So you tried a new method.

Thinking that if we had a k*ller in mind, we'd get you out. So, you planted a b*mb under your chair, during your interrogation.

Damian: Ah! This is t*rture!

You're torturing me!

Chuck: When the b*mb went off, you used the chaos as cover to k*ll and hide Lewis.

But unfortunately for you, we found him.

Sarah: So now we know what happened, but we don't know why.

Chuck: Who are you working for, Damian?

What are they after?

Damian; I came here for you, Chuck.

Now, you're going to get me out of here.

Bentley: Chuck...

You know what you have to do.

Chuck: We can't let you leave.

You know that.

So just put the b*mb down.

No, thanks.

It's your choice, boss.

(g*nsh*t)

(groans)

Chuck; Sarah, the b*mb's been activated.

It's okay, Chuck, you can do this.

I can, normally, yes, but not this fast. There are so many security measures, I just can't defuse it in that amount of time.

Bentley; Chuck, keep everybody as far away from the Intersect room as possible.

Chuck: No, Bentley!

Bentley!

Chuck: What are you doing?

Bentley: The Intersect room is the only room that can contain this blast.

Chuck: The power's out, the doors won't shut!

There's a manual release.

Chuck: No. No, no, no, no, there's got to be another way.

(g*n hammer cocks)

Bentley: This is what a leader does.

Chuck: Hey.

I hotwired the control panel, using my stupid pocket protector, thank you very much.

Sarah: Okay, come on. We don't have time.

(beeping)

(squealing)

Chuck; Oh! (squeals)

(grunts)

Beckman: Congratulations on solving the m*rder mystery and for saving Castle from destruction.

And a special commendation to you, Chuck.

You were a true leader.

Chuck: Thank you, General.

But I'm only as strong as the team that surrounds me, and, as always, Sarah and Casey were my eyes, ears, and more today.

Beckman: I'm glad you feel that way, because this is the team we're sticking with.

Following the security breach, it has been deemed too dangerous to put the Intersect into a new recruit.

At least for the foreseeable future, Chuck, you are to remain the only Intersect.

Director Bentley, you will await reassignment in Washington.

Chuck: General, if I could just add something quickly.

Director Bentley was invaluable today.

Beckman: Noted.

Well done, team.

Chuck; So this is it, huh?

Bentley: You're a good spy, Chuck Bartowski.

I'm sorry for underestimating you.

Chuck: Thank you.

It's good to not have a nemesis anymore.

Bentley: You know... your sister is incredibly smart.

If anybody can figure out the Intersect, it's her.

You might want to reconsider keeping her away from her path.

Morgan: We are not going to let Big Mike just sit there and rot.

Employees: No!

Morgan: Who knows what those Large Mart heathens could be doing to him? So I'll tell you what we're going to do.

We're going to break him out.

Employees: Yeah!

Morgan: Let's do this.

Jeff: Look! He's alive!

Morgan; Hey ! how’d you get free?

Mike: It was easy, they had a couple of nerds watching me.

My shift was over.

I ain't staying late!

(employees laugh)

Morgan: I'm glad you're okay.

Lester: Yeah, we're all glad.

We're all glad you're okay.

(banging on door)

(hollering)

Large Mart rules!

Morgan; Our B. M.

Big Mike: It's okay, son.

It was worth it to have some Large Mart fun again.

We can make another B. M.

Chuck: Hey. Is this a Large Mart pig?

Morgan: Yeah, of course it is.

(pig grunting) Oh, hey.

Chuck: Let me guess.

Jeff and Lester stole the porcine victim, Large Mart snatched Big Mike in retaliation, he was able to liberate himself, but they still torched the big B. M. on your doorstep.

Morgan: You, you left out, uh... nothing, no, that's right, that's exactly right. I figured as much.

Yeah, pretty much. What happened to you?

Chuck: It's been a long day.

Yeah. To say the least, yeah.

I'll just leave it at that. Here you go, here's Kevin Bacon. (oinking)

Morgan: Oh, come on, buddy. Come on... Oh, hey.

Chuck: He also ate a lot, so... just...

Morgan; Oh! No, no, that's good, I could kinda...

Oh, God...

Oh, no... No!

Chuck: Hey.

Devon: Hey.

Chuck: So I took care of things on my end.

Ellie won't be bothered again.

How's everything going here?

Devon: It's done.

Chuck: The computer's taken care of?

Devon: Kaput.

Chuck: (clears throat) It's for the best.

Right?

Devon: Totally. Yeah.

So... we're still not telling Chuck, right?

Ellie: No. We don't want him to worry.

Chuck: Well, guys...

I want to apologize for all the grief you had to swallow to support me.

Sarah: Chuck, that's not necessary.

Chuck: I think it is, though. I... I do.

I would've fallen apart today if it weren't for the two of you.

It's not just the computer, or the man.

The Intersect is all of us.

It's the three of us, working together.

That's why it works.

Casey: Don't ever forget that.

(computer beeps)

Beckman: Good. You're all here.

I wanted to get in touch with you right away.

We've interrogated Damian, and he wasn't trying to obtain the Intersect.

He was simply hired to b*mb Castle.

Chuck; Have we figured out who he was working for?

Beckman: It turns out Damian was wired $10 million by none other than Vivian Volkoff.

It appears she's going after the man who took down her father.

Chuck: Wait! Wait, wait, Vivian Volkoff is trying to k*ll me?

Beckman: Your team will be contacted should any more information surface. For now, remain on high alert.

Chuck: I'm someone's nemesis?

Casey: For real, this time.