Chuck (2007–2012): Season 4, Episode 8 - Chuck Versus the Fear of Death - full transcript

Hi, i'm Chuck. Here's a few things
that you might need to know.

I'm not gonna fight you
on this anymore, Chuck.

If you trust her, then,

that's gonna be enough for me.

Your father never wanted you
to see this.

See what?

Flash! Come on!

Sarah, my mom did something
to me with that device.

Your mom gave us a wut.

Sarah, I can't flash.
The Intersect is gone.

We're in a real mess,
Agent Bartowski.



Your trust in Agent Frost
proved a colossal error.

I know I screwed up, General,
and if she weren't my mom,

I would have shown
much better judgment.

Which is why you haven't
been ejected from the Agency.

But Agent Frost is
extremely dangerous.

She and Alexei Volkoff are now
top priorities for capture.

Agent Walker, Interpol reported
a sighting of them in Istanbul.

Move out immediately.

What about me, General?

Until the Intersect is working,

you're Chuck's shadow.

In Burbank.

Um, so, General, I'm sorry, but

are you saying that
the Intersect can,



in fact, be fixed?

Our scientists think

your mother used a suppression
device to disarm the Intersect,

for which there could
be countermeasures.

So it's only been suppressed?

It's not gone, like gone gone?

I'm not a scientist, Chuck,
but you're about to meet a lot.

You can ask them.

This is pretty snug, isn't it?

The Intersect is an implanted
collection of memories.

A suppression device
hides those memories

under what you might call a...
psychological rock.

We need to find that
rock and remove it.

Here we go.

Ooh!

What was the point of the water?

I'm just wondering.

All right.

And that's... day 31.

Great session, fellas.

The file you requested,
Mr. Bartowski.

Thanks, Greta.

Is it strange

that all of the new employees
have been named Greta?

Strange?

What's strange about it?

Doesn't seem strange to me at all.

Who cares

as long as they're spicy?

Well, that's-that's strange that
you don't find that strange,

but speaking of strange,
you've been giving off

some real sad sack
vibes lately, Charles.

Bit of a whiny wuss, if you ask me.

Do you ever wonder if this
is all life is gonna be?

You know, Buy More? Burbank?

Are the best years behind us?

Whoa. Whoa! Whoa!

That sounds like candor.

Yeah, no. Yes. No. Yeah, no.

I mean, I can handle candor.

I'm an emotional man.

But candor from you?

No-ski. Bartowski, no interest.

And you knew that.

I must be worse off than I thought.

I don't know why.

My life would be a never-ending
Cialis commercial if I had her.

Hey. Hey.

You look gorgeous.

How was, uh...?

Russia this time?

I wish I had good news.

There's no sign of your
mom or Volkoff anywhere.

What about his headquarters?
Boarded up.

For the last month,
every single trail has gone cold.

They're underground.

Any luck with the...?

Tests?

You'd have heard.

And by that, I mean

you'd have heard my giant sigh
of relief, even in Moscow.

You'll get it back soon enough.

When? What's the timeline?

I'm hoping very soon.

'Cause I haven't been
on a mission in a month.

I wake up with my trigger
finger twitching.

It's itchy.

Literally, it itches.

Right. Um, look, all the scientists

who were checking me out-
they hit a wall,

but they're sending a
specialist in from Langley.

He should be here any minute.

He'd better be good. Casey,

nobody wants to put
the team back together

and back on missions more than me.

You got to know that.

Hmm.

He's not being fair.

Hey.

Don't let anybody pressure you.

Hey, hey, no pressure, buddy,

but, uh, Casey is a disaster.

Morgan. No, I'm serious.

I'm worried about the guy,
okay? I was talking to Alex.

Apparently, he went over there
to help her move some furniture,

and he just stood there,
staring at her fish tank for an hour,

muttering something about
an itchy trigger finger.

Buddy, I need the
Intersect back. I get it.

He gets it. Okay.

Look, the specialist
is probably here

right now, so, wish me luck.

Really, really, really good luck.

Hello?

Stop! Oh!

Amazing work, Agent Carmichael!

You have the stones of a bull!

Thanks.

And who might you be?

Agent Rye. Jim.

CIA psy-ops division, Langley.

Forgive the dramatic introduction,

but I need to know what kind
of man I was working with.

And you, taking on

three ninjas without the Intersect?

Oh. Impressive.

Ugh. Thanks.

You're, uh... You're different
than the other scientists.

Well, I don't believe that
the psychological rock

can be hoisted off the Intersect

by watching kittens play with yarn.

Hmm.

My method is physical,

psychological, painful...

brutal.

Brutal? Can't wait to get started.

Chuck, if you're serious about
restoring the Intersect,

then I promise you,
at the end of this process,

you will be a spy again.

Now, what do you say?

Are you with me?

Let's get physical.

Visualize for me the rock
sitting on the Intersect.

Done. It's, uh, granite, I guess.

Ooh, with little
specks of marble in it.

You know, that kind of shine...

Talk to me about size.
Is it large, small?

Largey small. I don't know.
It's... Oh!

What was that for?

We're starting with pain therapy.

That was the required dose to
lift a small psychological rock.

Great. Great. Got it.

Small psychological rock.

Okay, good. Got it. Oh!

Why?!

That was the shock for medium.

I need to know what I'm
dealing with here. Oh.

So if he tells you it's a boulder,

are you going to hit
him with a tank?

Sarah, I'm okay. I have to do this.

We are digging deep
into my mind right now.

It looks like he's hitting you.

Agent Walker, how long has it been

since you've done Kenpo Karate?

Not since spy candidate school.

Naihanchi One!

Naihanchi Two!

Bear Kata!

Old man Kata!

Well executed.

You smell delightfully
of grapefruit.

Now, once we determine
the proper method

of treatment, be it fear,
pain, anxiety,

this will happen
with the Intersect.

Like her memory of Kenpo,
we just have

to find the right
stimulus to reactivate.

Agent Walker,
no more interruptions.

Yes. Thank you for coming in today.

Next time, buy something.

That's all I'm...

Dude.

Dude, listen to me.

That new Greta just
disappeared into thin air.

I've seen her do
that before. Mm-hmm.

I thought it was
just in my head. No.

She also has a tail.

Yeah, that is in your head,

but this disappearing-
isn't that highly suspicious?

I'll answer for you.
Yes, beautiful Lester, it is.

Follow moi.

Black Forest Ham on honey oat

with chipotle sauce,
banana peppers and jalapenos?

See? No Buy More employee
is that sophisticated.

Mama...

...mia.

God, you got beaten to a pulp.

Yeah, well, neuroscience hurts.

You know, I don't know
about Agent Rye's method.

He seems a little unorthodox.

Well, yes. Granted.
No question about that.

But, you know, he's doing his best,

and I am willing to
endure a little pain

if it means getting
the Intersect back.

Chuck, your physical and mental
health are important, too.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Why are my earlobes sore?

Okay, I-I think I
know how to fix this.

Oh. Hmm.

Oh, yeah.

I should get beat up more often.

Chuck, this, um, treatment,

the experiments...

Promise me you're not
doing it for me, or us.

No. No. I'm doing it for the team.

No. I-I just...

You know, I've never been a
spy without the Intersect,

and I quite like being a spy.

Doing great things.

Doing them with you.
I want that back.

You don't need the Intersect
to do great things.

You're great on your own.

But am I a spy?

Yes.

Yes. But you're Chuck Bartowski.

And you do that all on your own.

The massage oil should be warm.

I'll be right back.

I think we should start
with some top half.

Honey! We have company!

What happened? Did you flash?

What the... What the
hell is going on?

What the hell is going on?

Did you flash?

Yes or no?

What are you doing in our bedroom?

Chuck, since our pain
experiments failed at Castle-

your fault, not mine-

I think the key to restarting
the Intersect is fear.

What are you doing in our home?

Castle's a safety zone.

Apparently, this place is, too.

Chuck feels protected by you.

We need to up the ante again.

PFOD.

PF...

Pfod?

Pure fear of death.

We need uncut,
pure adrenalized fear

rocketing through
your plasma right now.

This was close. But, hey,
that could be the cure.

Huh.

Holy- oh.

Oh, you scared me

half to death.

Two civilian employees
have been watching me.

I'm getting annoyed by this.

I have a way of dealing
with annoying things.

It's pleasant.

But only for me.

Oh, I see.

And, uh, can you tell me which
two civilians might, uh...

might that be?

Why'd I even bother?

Of course. I will
keep an eye on them.

Thank you.

Go home.

Go home. You go home!

Get out of here. This way.

General, Chuck can't go on a
mission without the Intersect.

That's insane.

As well as being an
expert psy-ops operative

and Neurological PhD,

Agent Rye is a fully
trained field operative.

If he thinks the Intersect

will be restored by
taking Chuck on a mission,

that's where he's going.

And a mission just hit
our radar, Agent Rye.

I think it fits your bill.

Is it dangerous? Incredibly.

Chance of violence?
It's guaranteed.

Great!

This is not great. This is crazy!

Agent Walker,
this is what Chuck wants.

Right, Chuck?

Whatever it takes to get the
Intersect back, General.

Chuck and Agent Rye will
be going to a chalet

in Gstaad, Switzerland,

for the auction of a
100-carat diamond,

the "Cane Volto."

Our intelligence indicates

that leaders of numerous criminal

and terrorist organizations

plan to attend the auction.

This stone is more than it seems.

Method for money laundering,

payment for illegal weapons,
that sort of thing.

Yeah, we've done
this before. Thanks.

Whoa.

Chuck, your job is
to win the auction

and bring the stone
back to the U.S.

A room full of underworld killers.

Sounds great, right?

General, I assume that Casey and I

will be there as a backup?

No. No.

With them in Gstaad,
Chuck will never reach maximum fear.

Walker, you and Casey will
monitor the mission from Castle.

What?

Chuck is going alone
with Agent Rye?

Sarah, the only way
I'll be able to flash

is if there's no safety net.

Yes, Chuck, but then
there's no safety net.

We got a plane to catch.

Let's move out.

Wish me luck?

Chuck, don't.

Don't be a hero.

Just come home safe to me, okay?

Quite a tableau.

Sometimes...

scenery makes me cry.

Isn't it amazing being a spy?

I wish Sarah was here.

Not in, uh, an official
capacity, of course.

The only way in or out of
the chalet is the gondola.

Things go south, we're trapped.

You'll produce enough
adrenalized fear to lift a car,

let alone restart the Intersect.

You ready for this, Chuck?

He's a big boy, Walker.

Yeah, Chuck's never been on a
mission without the Intersect.

Tell me, honestly,

if things go wrong, do you think

that he can handle himself?

I don't know.

But I know he'll try.

Which is exactly what worries me.

I'm just gonna check in again.

For the sixth time.

Hey, Sarah.

SARAH Chuck, are you there yet?

Yeah, we're here.

Sarah, Switzerland is amazing.

I mean, other than the fact
that this place is populated

with a crowd of
international psychopaths,

the air is so fresh

and the chocolate? So milky.

Uh, Chuck, listen, listen.

If you get cornered and
you still can't flash,

just don't do anything crazy.

Don't worry. Everything's
going to be just fine.

I'll talk to you soon, okay?

Hey, are you sure I
don't need a disguise?

Hmm.

Someone could recognize you as CIA.

Come after you with a knife.

That would be great!

Huh.

The seller.

Adelbert De Smet.

Better known as "The Belgian."

Huh. I bet I know how
he likes his waffles.

Belgian! Yes!

Yes! I love your humor.
So disarming.

De Smet is known for
industrial espionage,

not precious gems.
Which is another reason

this auction seems odd.

Aside from the crowd.

We've got underworld players from Russia,
Serbia, Montenegro.

Wow. You really know your
Euro baddies, don't you?

Focus, Chuck.
When you win the bidding,

your competition's not
going to be happy.

If you're lucky, they'll follow you

and try and kill you.

Fingers crossed.

Good luck. Wait, wait. You're...

You're-you're going?
I'm alone on this?

It's your best chance to flash.

Okay.

The Cane Volto diamond.

Very rare, 100 carats,

D- colored, internally flawless.

Bidding starts at 25
million Swiss francs.

Do I see 30 million?

30 million.

Do I see 40?

40. Do I see 50?

Sir, you're already
the high bidder.

Do I see...

50? 60?

Sixty million Swiss francs?

Bid again, get bullet in back.

Holding at 50, then.

Don't turn. 50 million going once.

Okay, you know what? Nice try, Rye.

But I'm not falling for it.

Going twice.
60 million Swiss francs.

60 million.

I'm not afraid of your
phony Russian accent

or your finger-gun, okay?

Bid again and die.

Do I hear 65?

Ooh, let's get crazy.

80 million Swiss francs.

80 million to bidder number three.

Oh, look at that. I didn't die.

What a shocker. Do I hear 85?

Look, stop fooling around, okay?

We got a job to do.

Do not bid.

80 then, going once.

100 million Swiss francs.

100 million,

ladies and gentlemen.

Going once.

Twice.

Sold. You can go.

I blew it.

You absolutely blew it.

And no flash, huh?

Have you had this chocolate?

Yes. It's so milky.

It's so good.

I thought that Russian would
get your blood pumping.

I honestly thought it was you.

The Russian? It was
such a horrible accent.

It sounded so phony.

What kind of a spy am I?

I cant' even be scared properly.

But-but listen. I- I had a thought.

Who carries 100 million Swiss
francs on them? Nobody, right?

So that means the diamond
is going to be here

until the money's
transferred to The Belgian.

Until then, we can at least get
a better look at the thing.

You're good, Chuck.

Genius minds think alike.

But I say we do more
than just look at it.

Let's steal it.

You all know this new Greta.

She's beautiful, yes.

And efficient, sure.

But why all the
suspicious behavior?

We are forming a fact-finding mob,

and we want you,
my friends, involved.

We are calling it...

"Operation Get a Greta."

The main objective is to root out

why such a nefarious
individual is working here

at the Buy More.

Oh, crap. They're on to Greta.

What do we do?

We tell Greta. She'll handle it.

Right, right, right.
She'll... Wait a minute.

What do you mean, she'll handle it?

Okay? Hey! Hey! Hey!

Who-who is she?

Assassin.

Wait, no, she'll chop 'em up

into a bunch of little pieces.

Are you kidding me? I mean,
these are our...

sort of friends.

Colleagues? Mm.

No, huh? Doesn't matter.
No assassins, okay?

You and I, we have to handle this.

We don't have to do anything.

You're on your own. Come on,

I thought we were a team,
you and I- a damn good one.

The team is DOA without
the Intersect working.

So why protect something
that's going up in smoke, hm?

You want to waste time
with these idiots,

you're on your own.

Hey, Chuck. Hold on a second.

Do you happen to have the time?

That was amazing.

Where'd you learn how to do that?

Star Trek.

Star Trek, really?

No, not really. Bangladesh.

Meditative trancing.

The secret is mind over matter.

But I love the show.

Well, who doesn't?

There's nothing in here.

All right, well,
what are we supposed to do now?

Now you flash.

How can I flash?

I don't exactly fear death.

Security measures will activate

in four... three...

two... one. Security measures?

I've heard of this kind of thing!

The temp drops about 150
degrees in 30 seconds!

So unless you want to
become a Chucksicle,

I suggest you flash!

It's not happening!

Concentrate!

Feel the fear lifting the rock!

No flash, no flash.

Maybe Sarah can help us!

Yeah, Sarah can help us!

I got no service.

What are we gonna do?

My-my-my-my teeth are freezing.

Chuck, can you flash?

It's not happening.

How about now?

N- N-N-N-N-Nothing.

How about now?

All right, move out of the way.

I honestly thought you would flash.

You knew the combination
this whole time?

We have a mission to complete.

I came prepared.

But I honestly wasn't
prepared for this.

There's more than one diamond.

What's going on?

This has got to be worth
billions of dollars.

Well, they can't just be diamonds.

On all my missions,
it's never just been diamonds.

Yeah, you're right.

They're working some angle.

Yeah, well... when I heard the
mission was diamond-related,

I took the liberty of grabbing

a loop out of the
Castle's supply closet.

Plus, I took an
online gemology class

on the flight over here-
it was very convenient.

Just like I thought- fake.

It's made out of glass,

but there's something
embedded inside.

A microdot.

Replace it with our phony.

This is a fake, too.

Great work, Bartowski.

Now we got to figure
out what the story is

on these phony diamonds.

Rye, I don't understand.

I don't know what the problem is.

A minute ago, I was truly
fearing for my life.

Why isn't this working?
We need to explore

a more sophisticated
level of fear therapy.

The psychological rock has
keyed on to a deeper anxiety.

A person...

a relationship.

With whom?

Huh? What did... you...

With her.

Well, this has been...
a quiet lunch.

Uh, I should let you
get back to your books.

And you back to work.

How is that going, by the way?

What have you heard?

Just what Morgan's told me.

That he's about ready to
have an intervention on you.

Look, we both know you haven't been

on a mission in a while,

but I think there's a
little more to this

than just an itchy trigger finger.

What gives?

I'm preparing myself
psychologically...

in case I get sent back
to Afghanistan or Iraq.

Mm, I got soft.

I made friends here.

Well, you know Morgan's scared

of the team being broken up,
too, and...

if you are transferred,
which might not even happen,

don't you think it'd be better
to be nice to your friends

than... drive them away?

That's just a thought.

Hey, fellas.

Hey.

What are you doing? You all right?

Yeah. Can you tell me what this is?

Not a lure for the new Greta.

Okay, do me a favor,
you need to back off

this Greta thing, okay,
for your own good.

The operation is underway, Grimes,

you can't stop this pit bull.

He's got a taste for meat.

You want to know who's
gonna be meat? You guys.

You don't scare us. Yeah.

We won't be stopped,
and we can't be stopped,

and we won't be stopped.

LESTER I think I see her.

Hi, now! Wow.

Sorry, you have to stop doing that,

because I have a bad ticker.

This is absolutely the last straw.

They put a webcam in my locker,

they bugged my price gun,

the psychotic one follows
me with a video camera

narrating the tracking and
hunt of the Greta marmot.

What does that even mean?

Which one do you think
is the psychotic one?

Doesn't matter?

Never mind. If they discover my identity,
it'll breach national security,

and a CIA facility
would be at risk.

It's time to neutralize the risk.

Whoa, hold on, hold on a second,
please, please.

They don't know anything, okay?

Trust me, they have the
mental capacity of field mice.

They bother me again,
they meet my favorite friend.

Understood.

I'm magnifying the microdot.

God only knows what's on it,

but it can't be good.

We'll start the analysis

and send it back to
the team at Castle.

Do you really think that Sarah

is the emotional rock
sitting on the Intersect?

Why do you always call for
her right before you flash?

You did it in the bedroom
and in the vault.

Yeah, well, you know,
I was... Scared.

Perfectly normal...

for a nerd herder.

But a spy, Chuck,
handles his fear on his own.

Or her own.

Ask yourself a question.

Are you a spy...

or are you a guy with
a spy girlfriend?

I'm a spy.

The microdot is heavily encrypted,

but it appears to contain
a series of photographs

and blueprints for CIA assets.

The Belgian's selling our intel

to the highest bidder.

And there are 20 other
fake diamonds just like it.

Colonel Casey, Agent Walker,
finish decoding the intel.

Bartowski and Rye,

capture The Belgian and
recover the fake stones.

Until we know what's
really on those microdots,

this is code red and could
likely get very ugly.

General, at this point
I feel it's essential

that I go with Chuck and
Agent Rye to Switzerland.

Um, I think Sarah should
let us handle this,

seeing as how we've determined
this is the only way

I will get the
Intersect back working.

Chuck, we're talking
about real danger now.

I'm sorry, and I can
only handle fake danger?

Look, I-I know the
Intersect is important,

but so far none of Agent
Rye's therapies have worked,

and the microdot contains
highly sensitive information

that the wrong
people will kill for.

Well, I can take care
of these wrong people

without you holding my hand.

Why does it make sense
to risk your life?

Because it's what I do- I'm a spy.

No, Chuck, you're not.

Not right now.

The mission is best accomplished
with the proper manpower.

Agent Walker, get to Gstaad.

A supersonic jet will have me
there in there in five hours.

We'll talk then, okay?

I'm sorry, Chuck.

I just can't let you
risk your own life.

Greta to the cage, please.

Greta, to the cage.

A delicious, though
complicated foot-long Subway-

Black Forest Ham

on honey oat with chipotle sauce...
No, no, no, no.

Guys, please, what are you doing?

banana peppers and jalapenos...
If she doesn't kill you, I will.

has been found with
your name on it.

So come to the cage.

Now we wait.

Oh, I see our little
lure worked, eh, Greta?

If that is your name.

Come, sit.

What the hell are
you doing, moron?!

Listen to me.

We can do this the hard way,
or we can do this...

the way that's...

very difficult.

Whoa, whoa, stop, guys.
Greta, guys-

quit this now.

No. You know what? I've had it.

This stops here and now!

Now who are you,
Greta?! And what do you know?!

Okay, there it is.

There it is. We are prepared
for the knife eventuality.

Jeffrey, please disarm her.

Whoa, mama!

The only question is:

Do you want to die with
your wig on or off?

Are you talking about my hair?

All right, wait,
wait, now, hold on.

Whatever you're thinking
about doing, do not do it.

Okay? It is not worth it.
Stand down! Now!

Stand down.

What is going on here?

Her locker was full
of credit card slips,

and she was making off
with the head massagers.

She's been sneaking around
because she's a thief.

Swine!

How could you do that to
me after I trusted you?

Let's go. Let's go.

Come on. Thank you.

Oh, well done.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

Okay, you're going downtown.

Thief?

How does a thief
disappear into thin air?

Well, there's an old walkway

behind the walls in the HTR
for electrical repairs.

Should have been boarded
up after the fire, but

she found it.

Why did she transmogrify
into a woodland creature?

Shh. Why does she have a tail?

Consider that ignored.

You fellas did a great job.

Buy More thanks you.

That was intense.

We caught a thief!

And...

I need a change of trousers.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Chuck.

I think we got a visitor. Yup.

The Belgian just entered the vault.

There's no microdot!

Well, uh, evidently, we, uh,

had a security breach.

Get surveillance footage of
the vault and the hallway

and meet me at the gondola.

But the Russian buyer?

No time for that.
Pack up the diamonds.

We're leaving now!

Gondola.

Perfect. Enclosed space.

No escape.

We'll arrest them there.
Uh, Sarah's plane's almost here.

Well, we can wait for
her and lose him,

or... go be heroes.

Let's be heroes.

Attaboy!

Yeah!

Hey, it's Chuck.
You know what to do.

Hey, it's me again.

Why aren't you getting my calls?

Call me, okay?

I love you.

Colonel Casey,

I've admired your work for years,

but this outpost

and its personnel

are unprofessional.

And I'm disappointed in you.

Listen, Agent Greta,

I don't know who you've
worked with before,

or what crew you were on.

This is the best damn
spy team in the world.

We are strong.

So do us a favor.

Don't let the door
hit you in the ass.

We are strong, aren't we?

Mm.

Yeah, even if we are
missing a-a few pieces.

And see, doesn't it feel
better being part of a team,

than always suffering alone?

Right. I always forget
the no-touch thing.

Point taken.

Oh, man. Speaking
of missing pieces.

Casey, why is Chuck
on that monitor?

This isn't good.

Hey.

Chuck's on the microdot.

Belgian knows he's the Intersect.

What?!

Come on, Chuck, pick up the phone.

Hey. Chuck.

Hey, Sarah. Are you okay?
Where are you?

We're on the gondola about
to arrest The Belgian.

If anything happens,
I know I'll flash.

Chuck, listen, The Belgian

knows exactly...

Agent Walker,
we can handle it from here.

No! Wait!

All right, follow my lead.

And if we get into real trouble,
you'll get us out of it.

You don't need Sarah.

This is all you.

Last chance, Chuck.

On or off?

On.

Adelbert De Smet,

you're coming with us.

No, no.

No, Agent Carmichael's
coming with me.

The asset in your head is

worth far more than the entire list

embedded in these microchips.

Surrender... or die.

They know I'm the Intersect.

Scared?

Me, too.

Drop your weapon!

No tether, no Sarah.

We're in it up to our chins.

How you feeling, Chuck?

Not great, not great.

Honestly, I sort of flashed,

but I'm not sure.

All right, well... let's find out!

Oh!

Rye!

200 feet to the rocks below!

Talk about some serious danger,
huh, Chuck?

Hold on a second.

Oh!

Anything?

No. No, nothing yet,

and believe me,
I'm plenty terrified!

Help me up!

Sorry, Chuck, not gonna happen.

What? What? No.
My hands are slipping.

Rye, my hands are slipping.
I may actually die right now!

Fantastic! This is your final test.

The wind's picking up.

You're looking death
right in the face.

The only thing that can save
you now is the Intersect.

Focus, Chuck. You can do this!

No. This is crazy.

It's not coming back.

But you know the rock is Sarah.

Tell yourself you don't need her,

and give in to the fear!

But I do need her!

I love her,
and I'd rather love Sarah

than have the Intersect.

Now help me up!

CIA didn't send me out here to
affirm your love, Bartowski.

You need the Intersect
up and running.

Now, get that rock off your chest

and be a real spy like me!

Did I just get... shot?

No. No!

I certainly did.

No!

Grab my hand or die!

Come on!

Chuck, what's going on?
Where are you?

Pursue Agent Carmichael,
and we will kill him.

Slowly.

There will be no further warning.

No! Please wait!

General, I want immediate
authorization to mobilize

to Belgium and hunt down
this son of a bitch.

Which I would grant if
there was indication

De Smet was in Belgium,

but there's no indication
of his whereabouts at all.

They were at Gstaad Airport.

I have a witness who saw them board

a private jet, tail number CLM...

CLM-one-two-one-one.

I know, Agent Walker.

Okay, the plane
didn't just disappear.

It had to have landed somewhere.

We put a code red out

to every clandestine
agency on the planet.

The moment there's a sign of Chuck,

we'll mobilize every resource.

Colonel Casey,
you've got your mission.

You're running point.

And me?

Sarah... he's out there.

We'll find him.

But until there's intel,

go home and get some rest.

You'll be informed
of any developments.

I'm staying right here.

You're going home.

That's an order.

Bartowski's smart.

Intersect or no, he'll be fine.

This is all my fault.

He did this to prove to
me that he could be a spy.

What do you want?

I want the Intersect.

What are you doing, Walker?

I'm gonna go find Chuck.

We'll go together.

Wherever he is, we will find him,

and we'll bring him back.

Thank you.

I don't... I don't have it,
Mr. Belgian... De Smet.

It's gone.

I lost it.

Please Agent Carmichael,

don't take me for a fool.

The less you resist,
the less painful this will be.