05x06 - Chuck Versus the Curse

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

Why'd you bring us here?

Decker: I need you to do a job for me.

We've been tracking a computer super virus named the "Omen. "

Bring it back to me, Mr. Casey goes free.

Colin Davis: The virus is too dangerous to be released into the world!

It could wipe out everything.

Chuck: What are you planning on doing with it?

Decker: The real question is what do you plan to do with it, Chuck?

Casey: You're gonna break me out of here alone?

Morgan: Prisoner transfer, section 38.

Man: Copy that.

Verbanski: Give me one reason not to k*ll you.

Decker: It will only further prove your guilt.

Chuck: Let's go right now.

Verbanski: Hey, Decker, aren't you forgetting something?

(beeping)

Chuck: So Verbanski blew up Decker.

That was pretty messed up.

And now the CIA wants to frame me for something awful.

That's bad, too.

But there is something else going on here.

Something personal. Who's after us, Sarah?

Sarah: I don't know, but we're gonna get the team back together and we're gonna figure this out.

Chuck: Where are they, anyway?

They were supposed to be here an hour ago. Did they get caught?

Casey: You want to explain to me what I'm doing in the ducts of Castle?

This is our Castle. Our secret base.

Morgan: Maybe my plan was a bit overly cautious, okay, but Verbanski was very complimentary of it.

Casey: We should have gone in through the front door.

Morgan: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're are a fugitive, okay, and there's a mysterious CIA plot to destroy you, Chuck and Sarah, perhaps even me.

Casey: Ah. Keep your ego in check, will ya, huh, Grimes?

Morgan: Okay. What if, though?

What if Castle's been compromised?

Casey: That's... a very valid point

I'm proud of you, moron.

Morgan: Did you just compliment me... and insult me?

(grunts) We're here.

Morgan: Chuck!

Hey, stand back!

Casey: Sorry we're late.

Someone needed a sandwich.

And then someone needed a fruit cup, so...

Sarah: Well, we're just happy that you're back.

Where's Verbanski?

Casey: Well, since she disposed of Decker, she felt it best to stay out of the country till things die down a bit.

Morgan: Just when things were getting going between you two. So painful!

I mean, that hurts.

Man, that's tough.

I just said what I was thinking out loud, didn't I?

Chuck: I'm sorry, Casey.

Casey: Yeah, she was a hell of a woman.

Still is. She's not dead and neither am I. Let's get on with it.

Sarah: Right, well, before Decker blew up, he was after this, the Omen.

A computer virus that can erase a hundred zettabytes of data per second.

Morgan: Whoa. A hundred zettabytes?

Is that a real thing?

Chuck: It could take down the Internet, crash airplanes and erase every database in the world, so, yeah, it's real.

Casey: If the people trying to frame Chuck are coming from inside the CIA, we need to find Beckman.

Beckman: Or... she can find you.

This is an official communique I requested to tell you myself.

For the m*rder of Agent Decker as well as the crime of treason against the United States, the CIA is placing all of you under arrest.

Chuck: What? General, how can you do this?

Beckman: I'd ask your team the same.

If you know what's good for you, you'll stay put.

Agents are on the way.

I put my trust in you for years and look what you've become: traitors.

Chuck: Gen... ! How can she... ?

Even Beckman's against us. How did this happen? !!

Casey: You clever dame.

Chuck: What are you doing?

Sarah: She's amazing.

Chuck: What are you talking about? !

Casey: Look, Morse code. She was giving us a warning, telling us to run.

We have exactly five minutes to get out of here before the CIA comes charging in.

Morgan; She said all that?

Sarah: We need to get out of here.

Chuck: All right, let's go to my father's cabin and access the CIA's database using his Orion system.

Find out who's after us.

Casey: Roger that. I'll find Beckman.

Let you know when I know something.

Chuck: Guys, I know we've been chased before, but I got a bad feeling about this.

It's like were being hunted.

Sarah: Chuck, it's okay, we can handle it.

Casey: Damn right. If we are being hunted, I need to get to the apartment and wipe my computer clean.

Sarah: Too dangerous.

The complex is probably surrounded by agents.

Morgan; Then I go.

Makes sense. I'm not a fugitive. They're not hunting me.

I can do this.

Casey; Okay, I'll show you what to do.

Sarah: You all right? You ready to go?

Yeah.

Devon: Babe, you ready to go?

Ellie: Don't come in here! I'm still getting ready.

♪

Devon: Babe?

Ellie: Okay. Ready.

Devon: Whoa.

It is so awesome that you're my wife.

Ellie: Thank you.

Honey, are you sure Clara's gonna be okay?

Devon : Babe, Clara's fine.

She's with my parents.

This is what we wanted, remember?

Fancy dinner, a nice hotel... mini vacay.

Ellie: You're right, you're right.

It's been way too long since we've had time, just the two of us.

Devon: It's gonna be a great night, I promise.

And I have a little surprise for you.

Ellie: Mmm... I might have a little surprise for you, too.

Alex: One more move and I will end you.

Morgan: Damn it. And I was trying to be discreet. Man!

Alex: Morgan? !

Morgan: Yeah. Yeah, it's me.

Alex: Morgan, what are you doing breaking into your own apartment?

Morgan: Doing a favor for your dad... and not trying to be seen.

I broke him out of jail.

The CIA's kinda sorta hunting him.

Alex: I know.

The authorities contacted me.

I just, I thought maybe he would be here.

Morgan: The whole team's on the lam.

He's not coming back here. Not for a while, anyway.

Okay.

How have you been?

Are you all right?

(knocking)

I got this.

(g*ns cock)

Okay.

Please, whoa. Yeah, sure. I mean, could you at least wipe your feet before you... ?

Robyn: Robyn Cunnings. Special Agent, CIA.

I'm looking for John Casey and the rest of your team. Where are they?

Morgan: I don't know.

Technically, I'm not part of the spy team anymore, so...

Robyn: What are you two doing here, anyway?

Morgan; Me and her?

Alex: He's my boyfriend. You know, we're just hanging out at the apartment.

Morgan: The apartment that I live in... with her father.

Robyn: You live with your girlfriend's father?

Morgan: Yes, I do. Yes, I do.

Seems a little awkward, sure, but it works, you know, for us.

Agent: It's clear. He's not here.

Alex: See? We told you.

We don't know where my dad is.

But I want him safe.

He's a good man.

Robyn: Good men don't go on the run.

If you see him or help him, you'll be aiding and abetting a fugitive.

Enjoy the rest of your evening.

We'll be right outside.

Okay, okay.

Morgan: Nice. No, that was good, that was good.

You all right? -

Alex: Yeah. Morgan: You did great.

It was perfect.

I'm your boyfriend, huh?

Alex: It was a lie, Morgan.

Don't get so excited.

Morgan: Not that excited.

Chuck: So I know we're gonna fix this and all, but do you think they're gonna bring Ellie in for questioning?

Man, I wish I could call her.

Sarah: I know, I know, but they could've tapped her phone, and we don't want her implicated.

Chuck: We're not staying at this cabin, right?

I mean, this thing's gonna blow over.

I'm not disappearing on my sister, am I?

Sarah: Of course not, why would you say that?

You know, us, wanted by the CIA, my family history. I'm just saying.

Sarah: Chuck, we're not gonna disappear like your parents.

We're just hiding out for a little while, okay?

Everyone's gonna be fine.

Captain: Reservation for two under Woodcomb.

I'm sorry, I don't have a reservation under that name.

Ellie: You know what? Check "Bartowski. "

Boss, we've got a lock on the Bartowskis.

Robyn: Excellent. Let's get on it then.

Ellie: I used Chuck's Open Table account.

He loves the points.

There you are. Table for two.

Mr. and Mrs. Bartowski, right this way.

♪ Chuck 5x06 ♪
Chuck Versus the Curse
Original Air Date on December 16, 2011

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(whimpers)

Ellie: To a very special night.

And a few little surprises.

Devon: Babe, you look beautiful.

Ellie: Thank you.

I, uh, I wanted something a little different, so I borrowed a dress from Sarah.

She wore it on a mission in Bulgaria once.

How wild is that?

Devon: You ever wonder what it would be like if we lived a life of mystery and adventure like that?

Ellie: Like Chuck and Sarah?

Devon: Like spies.

Ellie: Well, you know, spy work does run in our family.

There's no reason why you and I can't pretend to be spies for tonight.

Chuck: Man, I'm glad we're not on the lam forever because I got to tell you, standing here, I'm feeling a little bit like I'm becoming my father.

I can only imagine this is what he felt like the first day he had to leave us behind.

You know, all alone in exile.

Sarah: That's not gonna happen, not if I've got anything to do with it.

Chuck: It's like it's my family's thing or something, u know The Bartowski Curse.

Sarah: The what?

Chuck: Every Bartowski has put their family in danger, then had to leave them in order to protect them.

And I'm next.

Sarah: Chuck, there is no such thing as the Bartowski Curse.

You're not going to be like your father, okay?

You know why? Because you've got me.

You're not alone. (computer chiming)

Access granted.

Chuck: Okay, okay.

It worked. We're in the CIA's mainframe.

Sarah: Okay, let's figure out who Decker was working for.

Who's behind this?

Chuck: There's an active case file, but no lead agent listed.

Sarah: Not even the CIA knows who's in charge.

It's a dead end.

Captain: So we're gonna be spies?

Ellie: What do you say, six pack, are you in?

Well, all right, hot mama.

Ellie: Maybe we should come up with a code word in case things get too hot.

How about "martini"?

And we can communicate with hand gestures.

When we need to send a signal to one another, we can just tuck on our ear like so.

Devon: Baby, you look so cool when you do that.

Waitress; May I take these plates?

Devon: Well, if you'll excuse me, it's time to bring out your surprise.

Copy that.

Chuck: Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Sarah: They've confirmed they have a I.D. on the target.

Chuck; It says they found us.

Sarah: If they're closing in on us, then we've got to get out of here.

We have to run, for real this time.

Chuck: Sarah, this is exactly what I was afraid of.

Sarah: I'm sorry, Chuck. I know that... that you're not ready for this, but nobody's ever ready for something like this. We've got to go.

Chuck: Well, how long are we talking here?

Sarah: I don't know.

But I know what you're thinking, and this has nothing to do with your parents. It has to do with us.

You have to trust me.

I've been on the run my entire life.

And the only way this is going to work is if we stick together, okay?

Chuck: Okay.

Okay, fine. But there's one thing I can't leave without.

Sarah: What?

Chuck :My pants.

Sarah: Your pants?

Morgan: Yeah, you got it, Chuck. I will get you your pants.

It will be an honor.

Hey, listen, I love you, man.

Chuck's going on the run and he needs his pants?

Morgan: Well, they're his secret pants.

Secret... You know what, it's best I just show you mine.

Watch your hand.

Right. Okay.

Here.

Alex: What's so special about them?

Morgan: Not so fast.

Not so fast.

Ever since we were kids, Chuck and I each had a box of pants.

Private Artifacts Never to Share.

We kind of went through an acronym phase.

Anyways, this is where we kept our most sacred possessions.

In case of a fire, this is what we save.

Alex: And you both have these?

Morgan: Well, you know, Chuck's generally neurotic, and I was just terrified of my house burning down, since, you know, my house b*rned down.

Here we go.

The 2000 Sangiovese.

Devon: A little surprise for the wife.

The same bottle we had at our wedding.

She is going to love it.

I'm thrilled for you. Really.

Devon: Perfect.

You okay, bro?

Project Eagle is in effect.

I'm here to take you and your wife to a secret location.

We should leave quickly.

Ellie: Project Eagle?

Simms: Your limo's just outside.

I'll be waiting there for you and your wife.

Devon: My wife.

Project Eagle, hmm? Right.

Be right there.

Chuck: Hey, what is it? Are we surrounded? Are there too many guys?

Sarah;
No. That's just it-- there's nobody out there.

Chuck: Doesn't make any sense. Could they have made a mistake?

Sarah: They must have. (phone beeping)

What's the matter?

Chuck: Nothing. Just kind of weird.

It's a reminder from Open Table to review my dining experience from tonight.

Sarah: Ellie must have used your Open Table account.

Chuck: She always does. She knows how I love the points!

That means the operatives think that Ellie and Devon...

Sarah: Are us.

(both laughing) (phone ringing)

Devon: Oh, come on, babe, you're harshing on my spy vibe.

Ellie: I'm sorry, I thought it was off.

There, done.

Chuck: Straight to voice mail again. No answer from Devon either.

Oh, God.

Sarah, I think Ellie and Awesome were taken.

Devon: Honey, this is...

Ellie: Exactly what we needed.

Yes.

♪

(footsteps) (g*n cocking)

Beckman: It took you long enough to find me.

Casey: So this is where we come in our darkest hours.

Iran-Contra, Nicaragua.

The Clinton years.

Beckman : A group inside the CIA is conspiring to destroy Chuck.

Casey: Who's behind it?

Beckman: I don't know.

I need one of the conspirators.

In the meantime, I'm doing everything I can to help Chuck and Sarah from here.

But they're being hunted as we speak.

And so is their family.

(laughter)

Captain: This is totally great.

This car is so rad, babe.

Where we going, anyway?

Ellie: Well, I don't know, Sixer, you tell me.

Whoa!

(tires squealing)

Devon: You, uh, you sure your driver has his livery license?

Ellie: My driver? This is your surprise.

Devon; My surprise?

My surprise was a bottle of Sangiovese at the restaurant.

Ellie: Honey, are you telling me that neither one of us booked this car?

Devon: There must be some mistake. We just have to talk to him.

Ellie: No, no, no, no, don't do that.

Devon: What? Why?

Ellie: Because Project Eagle, the limo, what if... what if we open that thing and he sh**t us?

I've seen it in movies.

Devon: Babe, what if we're on a real spy mission?

Both: Martini! Martini!

Alex: Please tell me you're not about to do something foolish.

Morgan: Me, foolish? No.

This is just me preparing.

This is the gear that I need to get Chuck's pants without being seen by those very large, very scary agents who are waiting outside for us.

Alex: And how exactly are you planning on doing that?

Morgan: That's the easy part.

See, I hop out the side window and I climb up onto the roof and I sh**t a cord over to Chuck and Sarah's place.

I zip line across, I sneak into the back patio, grab Chuck's pants. In and out.

Never even being seen. Easy.

At least it was when I had a computer in my brain.

Alex: That is crazy.

Not only are you going to get caught, but you'll probably break your neck.

Morgan: Oh, thanks.

Look, I know I was a jerk, and I know that you're mad at me, and I deserve that, okay?

I've made many, many poor decisions.

This is not one of them, okay?

I have to help my friend.

Alex: Morgan, wait.

I have a better idea.

(voice breaking): Hi. Yes, I'd like to report an emergency.

Yeah, my crazy ex-boyfriend's outside my house.

And I think that he might do something really dangerous.

Yeah, that's right. Okay, he's, uh, six-feet tall and he has blond hair and he's wearing a black suit.

Could you hurry please? Because I'm really, really scared.

Thank you.

( normal voice) There. Okay, so as soon as you hear the sirens, just go.

I think I bought you about ten minutes maybe.

Morgan: That was-- diabolical.

Ellie: Honey, we have to form a plan.

Devon: Babe, deep breath.

It's going to be okay. I have an idea.

Ellie; Okay, I'm listening.

Devon: All right... We need to dive out of the car.

We'll be fine.

All we need is a sturdy combat roll.

Ellie: I can't do it.

Devon: Of course you can.

You have done way harder things.

You need to just open the door and roll out.

Ellie: Devon, you don't understand, okay?

I went to Agent Provocateur and I got an outfit, and the panties were optional and I didn't opt to wear them.

Really?

Ellie: Surprise.

Whoa.

Chuck: Casey, Casey, finally.

Look, we got big problems.

I think Ellie and Awesome were abducted.

Casey: Yeah, I know.

Chuck: You know?

Casey: Yeah, they were taken by Beckman's men.

Don't worry, she's helping us.

Chuck: Oh, thank God.

Listen, we have to get her agent on the phone, okay?

Ellie and Awesome are probably freaking out.

I'm going to meet up with the car and bring them to Beckman myself.

Casey: Roger that.

(phone ringing)

Simms: Yes, General?

Devon: What kind of lingerie was it again?

Ellie: Devon, concentrate!

Devon: Okay. Babe, babe, the car's slowing down.

We can do this. Just like Chuck and Sarah.

Tuck and roll.

Okay, ready?

Ready.

Ellie: No peeking.

Devon: One...

Two...

Three!

Babe, babe, are you okay?

Ellie: Yeah, yeah.

We got to get out of here.

(alarm chiming)

Simms: General, we may have a problem.

Sarah: See, they're safe with Beckman's men.

Nothing to worry about.

Simms: I'll track them down, and then I'll call you back.

Robyn: Looks like you lost your passengers.

Simms: Robyn, what are you doing here?

Robyn: Oh, Simms.

(silenced g*nsh*t)

Ellie: I think we lost him.

Devon; Yeah, for now.

Ellie: Oh, God!

Robyn: Mr. and Mrs. Bartowski.

Devon: No, there's a mistake, okay? We're the Woodcombs.

Ellie: Chuck's my brother, though. Who are you?

Robyn: Robyn Cunnings, Special Agent with the CIA.

Somebody's after you.

But don't worry, I work with your brother.

Ellie: You work with Chuck? W-Where's Chuck?

Robyn: He's on his way, but I was closer, so he sent me to get you.

Please, you have to come with us immediately.

I'm here to help.

Captain: Okay. Let's go.

Chuck: Who is that?

Sarah, where are they?

Captain: Thank you.

Robyn: No, thank you, Mr. Woodcomb.

Morgan: It's now or never, Morgan.

Move like the wind.

(garbled radio transmissions)

Sarah: The coded message we found was from Decker's men.

They were following Ellie and Awesome the whole time, mistaking them for us.

Beckman: And they sh*t Simms to cover their tracks.

We have to find whoever is in charge and put a stop to this.

Casey: If they think Ellie and Awesome know anything about the Omen, they'll t*rture them for sure.

Chuck: What are we doing just sitting here then?

What's the plan?

Beckman; I'm sorry, Chuck.

But for now, we wait.

They'll call to set up a meet.

Chuck: How can we just wait?

Ellie and Awesome are probably having their fingernails ripped out of their hands as we speak.

(Captain groaning)

(chair humming, Captain groans)

(laughs)

Devon: Babe, it's like a real masseuse.

I can literally feel her fingers on my spine.

Or his or whoever's, but, you know...

Oh, we got to get one of these in the living room.

Ellie: Sounds great.

Robyn: Mr. and Mrs. Woodcomb, again, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience.

Your brother will be here soon to pick you up.

In the meantime, I hope these accommodations will suffice.

We reserve this room only for the most regarded of spies.

Can I offer you anything to drink?

A soda pop?

Some water perhaps?

Ellie: Actually, we-we were on a date tonight.

So some wine, if possible.

Sangiovese, perhaps?

Robyn: It would be my pleasure.

Bring that insufferable woman a bottle of wine and get me Chuck Bartowski on the phone.

(phone vibrating)

Chuck: Oh.

Ellie, thank God.

Robyn: Lovely sister you have.

Husband's not so bad, either.

Can't say I'm fond of them long-term, though.

Chuck: You listen to me. I don't know who the hell you are, but if you touch one hair on my sister's head...

Robyn: Come on, Chuck, spare us both.

They're comfortable for now, and I prefer it stay that way.

But if things get complicated, I can't guarantee their safety.

Let me tell you how this is gonna work.

Sarah: What'd they say?

Chuck: We have three hours to deliver the Omen... or they k*ll Ellie and Awesome.

Casey: Mm, they're bluffing.

Beckman: We need to start making a fake to deliver right away.

Chuck: No. A fake? What if they figure out it's a fake?

Beckman: I know you're scared, Chuck, but we just can't hand over a w*apon.

Casey: It's bigger than us, Bartowski.

It's national security.

Sarah: Look, I promise that we will take every precaution.

I will not let them do anything to your sister.

Chuck: You guys are the pros.

You know what you're doing.

So... let's go with the fake.

Sarah: Hey.

Look, I know you're concerned.

Talk to me.

Chuck: I'm scared, Sarah.

This is a mistake, this whole plan is a mistake.

Giving them a fake virus is a mistake.

Ellie and Awesome are in danger, and we need to give them the real virus in order to get them back.

And I-I think I have to do it alone.

Sarah: No, you don't have to do it alone.

There are people here who are with you.

I'm with you, and I happen to think you're right.

Chuck; This is my curse, Sarah.

Don't you understand?

The people I love are in danger, it's my fault, I need to fix it.

Sarah: Forget about the curse.

I'm gonna go out there, I'm gonna talk to Casey and Beckman, convince them that your plan is the right thing to do, and then we'll go together.

Chuck: You heard them.

Th-They're never gonna be on board with this.

Sarah: Trust me.

I will talk to them.

Chuck; And what if they say no?

Sarah: It's gonna take some time, okay?

Chuck: Okay, fine.

I'll wait right here.

Sarah: Okay, good.

Ellie: Honey, I can't find my phone.

Devon: Probably just fell out when we, when we rolled out of the car, babe.

Ellie; Yeah, you're probably right.

Agent; Hey.

I'm sorry, there was no Sangiovese.

But, uh, I managed to rustle up some Chardonnay.

My apologies if it's not that good.

It's only a 2009.

Devon: No worries, bro.

This'll be fine.

Agent: Hardly.

I forgot the ice.

Oh, but we did find this in the car.

Ellie: Oh.

Thank you.

Devon: See, babe?

All's well that ends well, huh?

Ellie: Right? (chuckles)

Anyway, I'll go get the ice.

Ellie: Okay.

Devon: What the hell are you doing? !

Ellie: They're gonna k*ll us.

Devon: What are you talking about?

He just brought us wine.

Ellie: No, no. Okay, I've been in this situation before.

The CIA doesn't bring you wine.

Look, they stole my phone and they called Chuck with it.

So it's clearly some sort of ransom situation.

I don't know.

We got to find another way to get out of here.

Sarah: General, I think we're making a mistake.

Ellie and Awesome are not spies, they're civilians.

We know what this group is capable of.

Casey: Suppose a fake could put them over the edge.

Beckman: They're savages-- reckless and single-minded.

Sarah: I think we need to support Chuck.

This is his family, and it's my family, too, now, and we need to do everything we can to protect them.

Casey: Let's get the Omen and find Chuck.

(doorbell buzzes)

Agent Hawk: Boss, I think you need to look at this.

(doorbell buzzes)

Chuck: Hi there.

It's me, Chuck Bartowski.

From the phone call.

Robyn: Right on time.

Well, hand over the Omen.

Chuck: You didn't think I was actually dumb enough to bring it in here with me, did you?

It's hidden.

Release my family or you can spend the rest of your lives searching for a virus you're never going to find.

Robyn: Follow me.

What the hell?

How did this happen? !

Chuck: I guess you've never met my sister.

Agent: Upstairs clear.

No sign of the Woodcombs.

Man: Copy that.

Orders are sh**t to k*ll on sight.

Devon: This is really hard-core.

Ellie: I told you.

Chuck: I'm not giving you anything until I know my sister and her husband are safe.

(scoffs)

Robyn: You're not exactly in a position to bargain now, are you?

There's something I'm known for, Chuck.

Some people call it t*rture.

I like to think of it as more of an art form.

You're going to give me exactly what I want.

And I'm very, very good at this.

Ellie: Honey, Chuck came to save us.

Devon: He's in trouble, babe.

Ellie: We have to help him.

Devon: We can't just go down there.

We need, we need a tactical advantage.

Chuck; I can handle anything you throw at me.

(clicking tongue)

Robyn: They always say that.

So sad.

Bring out the Toy.

Chuck: Whoa, whoa.

R-Really? Really?

That's the Toy?

I don't think children should be involved with that device in any way, shape or form.

Ellie: It looks like all the lights are hooked up to that electrical panel.

If we can get that guard away, we can short the circuits, cause a blackout.

Devon: That's genius, babe.

Okay, okay, you cause the distraction, I'll blow the power and I'll go grab Chuck.

Ellie: We can do this, honey.

Like real spies.

Devon: Babe, right now we are real spies.

Robyn: Do you ever cry, Chuck?

Chuck: Sometimes.

Particularly during sports movies.

Field of Dreams is just-- it's gut-wrenching but also uplifting.

Robyn: A good cry is cathartic.

(machine starts)

Devon: I need a piece of metal, something to short the fuse.

Ellie: Oh. Here, here.

But you can't just jam that piece of metal in the circuit breaker.

You're gonna burn your hands.

Devon: You're right, you're right.

I need something to insulate it.

Here, shirt, shirt.

Oh, you look hot.

Ellie: So do you.

I love you.

(machine humming)

Robyn: One last chance.

Omen... or pain?

The Omen?

Or pain?

Chuck: Shouldn't there be a third option?

(sighs)

Agent; What are you doing?

Devon:,Who? Me?

Where's your shirt?

Devon: It's kind of a long story.

Let me tell you the short one.

Robyn: This is going to be very, very painful.

Devon: Here we go.

(g*ns cocking)

Sorry, Chuck.

Chuck: There's usually a backup generator.

Devon: Oh.

Chuck: Just FYI.

Ellie: Oh, my God.

Sarah: I can't believe he'd do the drop on his own, without me.

He thinks it's the Bartowski Curse-- that he can somehow protect me by leaving me behind-- and instead, he's walking into a trap.

Casey : Let's just hope he's smart.

If he gives up the Omen, they're all dead.

Chuck: Hey, thanks for trying to save me, by the way.

I... I really do appreciate it.

Devon: No sweat, man.

It just kind of seemed like the right thing to do, you know.

Robyn: Are you done?

(electrical crackling)

Tell me where you hid the Omen, or I permanently change this man's face.

Devon: Not the face.

Chuck: No.

Out the front door.

It's out the front door. It's 30 paces south, buried under the yellow rosebush just to the right.

Robyn: You're joking.

You're not joking.

(clang)

(silenced g*nsh*t)

(gasping)

Ellie: Oh, my God! Thank you!

Sarah: It's going to be okay.

Casey: Rescuing Bartowskis is our business.

Robyn: I'm a little upset I didn't get to use the Toy.

It's truly my favorite part.

Chuck: Why are you doing this? Do you have any idea how much damage that virus will cause?

Robyn; In truth, Chuck, the virus is just a piece of the plan.

Chuck: What do you mean?

Robyn: Means I don't know.

I'm just doing my job, cleaning up Decker's mess.

I release the virus, and then I'm done.

Chuck: What happens now?

Robyn: That's the real surprise, isn't it?

You've pissed off a lot of powerful people, Chuck.

There.

The Omen is officially unleashed upon the world.

I'm sorry, Mr. Woodcomb.

I'm afraid I don't need you anymore.

Chuck: You still don't know who you're dealing with, do you?

Right now, there's a spy in your midst, and she's going to take you and all your men down to save her husband.

Robyn: Your sister? The doctor?

(clanging)

Are you kidding me?

Again?

(rapid g*nf*re)

Casey: All clear.

Sarah: All clear.

Casey: Put down the g*n.

Sarah: Now.

Robyn: Walker. Casey.

I give up.

Sarah: Robyn Cunnings.

You don't get off that easy.

Casey: Safe. Come on out.

Ellie: Chuck?

Devon, honey, are you okay?

Are you okay?

Devon: Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

I'm good.

I'm just really cold.

Ellie: I love you. I love you.

We are so not meant to be spies.

Chuck: Don't worry. I'm fine, too. Really.

I love you... so much.

You're upset. I can see you're upset.

Sarah: This isn't over.

Chuck: Hey, Sarah.

Guys?

I'm still... I'm still...

I'm still tied. I'm still bound.

Little help.

Beckman: Looks like we found the conspirator.

You're going to tell me everything, Robyn.

What exactly the plan is.

Who you're working for. All of it.

Robyn: I have nothing to say to you.

You're not my general.

Casey: You know, we found something interesting at the factory.

Beckman: I'm very excited to see how it works.

I believe you call it the Toy.

(high-pitched whirring)

(electrical crackling)

Robyn has confessed to the conspiracy.

I am happy to say, on behalf of the U. S. government, all charges against this team have been dropped.

Oh, and Casey, your record shall be expunged.

You're free to go home.

Chuck: General, that's all fantastic news, uh, but what about the Omen virus?

And who did Robyn work for?

Beckman: Robyn didn't know, but we have our top people working on the virus.

For now... well done, team.

It was a bit like old times, wasn't it?

Chuck: So... no living on the lam, running from the law.

Sounded a little romantic, didn't it?

You're still mad.

Sarah: You left without me.

Chuck: I'm sorry, Sarah.

I'm sorry.

Okay? It was stupid. But I didn't want to take you down with me and my family's curse.

Sarah: There is no curse.

You're not your father, Chuck.

You're not fated to be alone or to hurt anybody.

Those things happen because of the choices that people make.

That you make.

Chuck: You're right.

I'll never do it again, leave without you.

The Bartowski Family Curse ends here, and-and-and not with me; with us.

Sarah: If you ever go out alone again, just remember, I'm a trained assassin.

Chuck: Noted.

Sarah: Good.

Chuck: You wouldn't sh**t me, would you?

Morgan: Yeah?

Great news, man.

Alex: The agents are dispersing.

I wonder what's going on.

Morgan: Yep. You got it, Chuck.

Mission aborted.

I'll see you soon. Okay.

Great news-- we're not on the lam anymore.

We don't even need Chuck's PANTS box.

Alex: That's great.

But you just got it.

Morgan: Yeah. It's all right. I'll sh**t over to the apartment, and I'll put it back.

It's not a problem.

Alex: Just got to ask-- what's in Chuck's PANTS?

Morgan: No, no, no, no.

Not allowed.

Here's something I can show you, however.

(sighs) I want you to have this.

You know, in case something terrible has happened.

You keep an eye on it.

Last night was nuts, huh?

Alex: Yeah. Crazy.

Morgan: It was crazy. It was.

But despite all the craziness, kind of a nice date.

Alex: Morgan... that was not a date.

Morgan : Yeah, no, well, not in the conventional sense.

You're right.

I should go.

Okay, I'll go.

Alex: Okay.

Morgan: Okay.

Um... thank you for everything.

Alex: Yes. You, too.

All right.

(sighs)

Ellie: I know that I am supposed to be tired and a little freaked out, but last night was...

Devon: Kind of incredible.

Ellie: Yeah.

Devon: When you cracked that baddie over the head with the bottle, that was pretty hot.

Ellie; I was going to say the same thing when you took out that electrical panel.

Devon: What were you saying earlier about Agent Provocateur?

Chuck: So all's forgiven?

Sarah: Maybe.

Okay, fine.

All's forgiven.

Oh, something's wrong with the computer.

(rapid electronic trilling)

Chuck: You mean all the computers.

Sarah: What is going on?

Chuck: Sarah, it's the Omen virus.

Sarah: It's affecting our entire system.

Chuck: It's not just our system.

That is the Internet. That is everybody.

Oh, my God. This is all my fault.

I let it out, and now the code is digging in.

It's... it's hiding in every networked computer in the world-- just waiting.

Sarah; Waiting for what?

Chuck: I don't know.

(static droning)