Chuck (2007–2012): Season 5, Episode 4 - Chuck Versus the Business Trip - full transcript

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

Ever here of carbon monoxide?

Stop sleeping in your van, Jeff.

I'm seeing things clearly
for the first time in a long time.

Are you high?

The Intersect you uploaded,
something's wrong with it.

There was some kind of Trojan horse
hidden in the software.

That's why
you're not acting like yourself!

You've text-messaged a breakup
with my little girl?

I can do better.

Morgan told anyone who wanted to hear
he had the Intersect.



Decker wants Morgan dead.

Chuck, what the hell, man?

Morgan, stay away
from douche-cycle, okay?

We gotta get you back to Castle now.

The CIA knows you're the Intersect.
You have a hit out on you!

Yeah. Oh, my God.

Let's go.
Don't freak out, though, OK?

I am still the Intersect.

Not to mention I happen to stand
by my Montracer's coolness factor.

Please?

I'm just gonna...

- I agree that it is okay to freak out.
- Thank you.

The only reason there's a hit on you
is because you got the Intersect.

We just need to get it out of your head,
let the CIA know it's over,



- you'll be safe.
- And a moron again.

Sorry. Moron still.

Okay, how do we start that?

- Is Ellie working on something?
- No, we...

called in the big guns.

So shocked you people
are running out of money.

Missile Command is a part
of our process.

All right, let's clean up this mess.

Are you ready, Mr. Grimes?

Yes, ma'am.
Let's do it.

Let's get this mind-melting,
assassination-producing thing out of me.

Don't worry, just sit back,

Relax, breathe.

So that's it? It's really over?
Superhero no more?

All right, if you're absolutely sure
this is the only way.

Morgan, trust me,
I know how you feel, I do, OK?

The Intersect is a lot of fun.

But this is all for the best.

I know. I know. I do.

Can I just do one last thing?

- Ready, buddy?
- Ready.

I miss the Intersect.

OK, let's do this.

Bye, Captain Morgan.

- You all right?
- Fine. Yeah, great.

Relax, Casey.

- That was for dumping Alex.
- I get it!

And the first thing I'm gonna do is
apologize to her, OK?

But do I need to remind you
that my mind was melted?

How's your memory, buddy?

You remember Die Hard, Star Wars,
Chewie, Yoda, "Yippie Ki-Yay"?

Sorry, no,
it all sounds like gibberish.

- It is.
- I feel fine otherwise, you know?

My brain got rid
of the unimportant stuff.

Which there seemed to be plenty of.

General, how long will it take
to call the hit off?

I'll contact you when he's clear.

Until then, Grimes, stay down here.

And the rest of you,
don't make a mistake like this again.

Thank you, General.

Stop playing with government toys.

You have plenty of your own.

And we lower the babies to our chests
as we breathe in,

and blow it out
as we raise 'em back up.

In...

out...

Hey, guys!

Grab a mat, join baby yoga.
We can share Clara.

We'd love to,
but we're kind of in a rush.

Hey, baby Clara!
How's my favorite niece in the world?

Clara is a rad yogi.

I probably shouldn't say this,
but she's a way more grounded breather

than these other jokers.

Looks like you're really
enjoying paternity leave.

I have adjusted 100%.
I could do this forever.

Let's go ahead and put our babies
into a teeny downward puppy.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Superdad's missus.

Yes, Devon is really taking
to the stay-at-home daddy thing.

He's gotten into mommy groups
that wouldn't even call me back.

You're lucky he's willing
to stay at home.

Yeah, I'm a happy lady.

Happy lady, have a great day at work.

Thanks. Have a good one.

- Bye, Clara. Mommy will see you.
- Say, "Bye, Mommy."

How great are Ellie and Awesome?

They're just a nice,
happy, normal couple.

Yeah, they are.

- We aren't all that normal, are we?
- No.

Not really,
but we're happy and we're nice.

It's just, you know, my best
friend is being hunted;

his brain almost turned to mush.

I haven't slept in a week

because our family business
is on the brink of bankruptcy.

And we're spies
who aren't allowed in the CIA.

I just think you know,
maybe we're at a fork in the road.

You want to not be spying?

I just wonder what it'd be like
to be a normal married couple.

Regular 9:00 to 5:00's,

more taco nights, less evil cabals?

I know things have been
a little crazy right now, but,

Morgan's gonna be fine, and we're gonna
figure out this free-agent spy thing.

- Even now, without the Intersect?
- Yes, even now.

Here we go.

Most of the assassins
have been called off.

"Most" of the assassins?
Okay, good.

That's like getting "most"
of the brain tumor.

I don't understand
what the problem is.

- The problem's name is Decker.
- That's right.

The order originally came
from his desk.

He ousted us from the Agency.
What's his problem?

He's not done with us.

Perhaps we should...

Good afternoon.

I hear we're having

the most unfortunate
little kill order mix-up.

Don't you ever interrupt
my feed again, Decker.

I am still your superior.

What's going on?
Morgan is Intersect-free. Call off this.

Oh, I really do want to.

But unfortunately,
and probably not accidentally,

I also sent the order out
to one outside contractor.

One who can't be recalled.

It's sort of his "thing."

Codename "Viper."

The Viper?

He goes completely dark
once he's cashed the check.

- Which, sadly, he's done.
- What does he know?

Just the name Morgan Grimes.
That should do it.

That's all he needs.

The Viper's never had
an uncompleted mission.

Why don't I leave you with a little look
at some of his famous kills?

So many dead people.

I'm gonna be down here
for the rest of my life.

And I've all these broken relationships
I need to fix upstairs.

Don't worry, buddy.
Your name's not gonna be on that list.

No way.
We're on it.

Yeah, leave it to the three friends
you recently stabbed in the back.

Marked for dead. Kinda sexy.
It's not terrifying. Why?

Cause my big bad spy friends are
gonna take care of it.

Nothing to worry about.

All we have to do is lure out
this Viper creature and neutralize him.

There's no reason we can't reason with him.
The man's just doing a job.

There's no vendetta involved.

Maybe we can talk to him,
contractor to contractor.

Like normal people.

Man!

You not noticing I'm doing
something interesting?

Sorry. What's up?

The big Salesman of the Year convention
is taking place this week-end in Riverside.

But you never sell anything.

You just eat Pirate's Booty
and watch large-lady pornography.

I'm aware of that, but I rigged itn

every employee's sales
have been logged under my name.

My friend,
I'm going to be up to my eyebrows

in popcorn shrimp and some sweet

Inland Empire lady parts.

What about the rest of us?

Like, what if I wanted to go?

No, you don't.
You like being number two.

- I made you number two, man.
- I don't think I do.

You do. Stop spewing nonsense.

Sometimes I think
you are a bad person.

Now, undo what you've done.

I know you'll feel better
if you earn this on your own.

Son, are you reading a book?

Yes, I am.

I'm gonna get my camera.

Let the reeducation
of Morgan Grimes begin.

I am so excited.
What do I start with?

Easy. Star Wars.

I'm so jealous.

Enjoy, while we sort this out.

And don't worry,

the Force is strong in this one.

No idea what that means,

but I'm pumped.

Have fun.

Okay, all right.

Want to watch Star Wars with me?

No, but hey,

don't start with A New Hope.
Old ones, nobody likes that.

Phantom Menace.
Everybody loves Phantom Menace.

Hey, you're all right.
Thanks, man. Yeah, sure.

The Phantom Menace.

This is gonna be awesome.

I'm sorry, who is this again?

Jeffrey. Jeffrey Barnes.
You know,

from the Buy More.

You sound...

normal.

We really need a decision
on who will be chosen

to go to the Buy More Salesman
of the Year weekend in Riverside,

and our manager cannot be located.

You know, let me,
let me call corporate,

and I'll let you know.

Great. Thanks, Chuck.

Bye.

I know how to find the Viper.

So, I've talked to corporate,

and it turns out that
the Salesperson of the Year

and winner of the coveted

weekend in Riverside, California,

is...

Morgan Grimes!

Are you pulling
my considerable chain?!

Grimes has barely shown
his face in weeks!

I love the boy, but it's true.

No. Guys!

Do you not see what's happening?
This is a fix!

It's obviously fixed.

Now, you know what?

I revolt.

I revolt!
Who's with me?!

Listen, I'm disappointed, too.

But aren't we all still lucky
to be here?

Working in a great place,
in a down economy?

Surrounded by our great-looking
Buy More co-workers?

Selling fine goods to the few people
who haven't discovered Amazon.

So what if we just use
this as a wake-up call

and vow to work even harder
for the next year?

This is...

I don't know what this is,
but I like the new work ethic, Jeff.

You keep that up.

I gotta go.

So, here's the plan:

We send Morgan to Riverside.

We make it as public as possible,

so that the Viper hunts him down.

But before he can strike, we do.

And after all this is over,

Morgan can be just
a regular guy again.

Okay, put myself out there,

allow myself to be hunted.

Now, not to sound like a baby,
but without the Intersect,

it does seem a bit more...
terrifying.

It won't be as hard as you think.

Hi.

I'm Morgan Grimes.

Look at all these nice people.

Wonder which one
is trying to kill me.

Hello, Buy Most-ers!

And welcome to all the
salespeople of the year.

Now, I say "salespeople,"
because some of you are even ladies.

So, good for you.
Another crack in that ceiling.

We're going to have
to get that thing fixed.

I'm just joshing, just joshing.

Grab a yard of margaritas
and get your mingle on!

Morgan,
you ready to get your mingle on?

So ready to get my mingle on.
Thank you.

- Casey, you good?
- We're up and running.

Remember, I need pulse bio-feedback.

The finger-pads don't give us
lie detection

unless you're actually
touching the subject.

Got it. Touch the subject,
see if they're lying.

If they are, perhaps
they want to kill Chuck.

And if they aren't, perhaps
I grab another crab-puff.

Stay alert.

All we know is that the Viper kills
at close range.

That's why he's so accurate,
but that only means no sniping.

He could use poison,
so just watch your food and

drink intake, okay?

He has strangled, knifed, drowned,
and there is a pool here.

So, you know?

Got it.
Lots of ways to die today.

Once we identify the target,

I'll move in and neutralize him.

Not normal husband-wife conversation.

Morgan Grimes, Burbank Buy More.
And where are you from?

Champaign-Urbana!

Prettiest place on God's sweet earth.

That's where I was born, and, where,

God willing, I will die.

Yep. He checks out.

As you know, we're all just visitors
in this sweet corn festival that is life.

Poor sucker thinks that's true.

It's nice to meet someone
who loves where they're from.

And what about you friend?

You're looking a little flushed there.
You running a fever?

No. Always get red
after my ninth or tenth.

Irish blood, you know?

Just a race to see if

our noses or our hearts
will explode first!

Either way, though, we're dead by 50!

Yep, true, too.

You guys are too much.
I'm gonna take off.

All of you shush!

Crazy Bob, you're killing me!

Literally, this is terrible
for my liver condition.

Hey, there you go.

You're the new guy;
got you a special one.

Drink it.

Drink it now.
Drink it!

Please drink it.
They're so loud.

He took it down!

He took it...

You are welcome.
Crazy Bob's shots'll kill ya.

You're a lifesaver.

Good to see you.

Yep. He checks out.

Randy, come on.

Leave the pretty lady alone.

Hey.

I am sorry about how all these leeches
are gonna paw at you all weekend.

And also wildly jealous.

Hi, I'm Linda.

Hi. Sarah.

It's very sweet of you.

So, seriously,
how do you look like this?

Ten years at Buy More, I can't keep
my face out of the cheese balls.

True.

The lady loves her cheese balls.

- Clear.
- Hi.

She's good, too.

Clear.

True. It checks out.
Clear.

All clear there, Jim.
Nothing in the old eyeballs.

Easy, buddy!
This gets you into the buffet.

Sweetie, Mama's gonna be home soon,
I promise.

No, I promise, and I'm going
to bring you a treat.

Is everything okay?

Hi.

I'm just being stupid.

My son has a cold,
and I feel bad I'm here.

I understand.

I'm Jane.

I'm here with my husband,
Morgan Grimes.

Walker, move your hand.
You just checked yourself.

Passed, too. You're getting
pretty good at this lying thing.

I promise I'm not one of those women

who can't be away from her family.

It's just been a while, you know.

I think I've been a mom
and a wife for so long, I...

I think I've sort of forgotten
how to be a regular person, you know?

I do. I really do.

I used to know how to have fun.

I came to one of these things
before I was married.

Crazy Bob and I led 18 people
in a midnight skinny dip!

Clear.

It sounds like you're the lady
that I'm going to be sticking with.

You know everybody here.

Better.
I know what everyone looks like naked.

You're gonna go in...

My God.

- Are you okay?!
- I'm fine!

Wait a minute.
My gosh.

I have to ask you something
man-to-man here, okay?

Did I seriously like Phantom Menace?

Because I would rather
scratch out my eyeballs

than to listen to that
Jar Jar Binks anymore.

I don't know,
maybe my brain has changed.

You know what hasn't changed?

My feelings for Alex.

If there's one thing I remember,
it's that I was an ass,

and that I love her.

The crazy thing is,
she changed her phone number.

So, just wondering
maybe you can help me out?

And tell her what, that you had
a secret supercomputer in your head,

made you into a jackass?

No.
Nothing left to say. It's over.

I lied.
Start with the originals.

You'd love those.

Really?

Thanks.

Just so you know.

Darth Vader.

Luke's father.

Leia is his sister.

Still mad.

So, all of a sudden,
after years and years of lunacy,

Jeff is smart, because it turns out

he'd been sleeping
in his van for years

with the engine still running.

The guy wasn't a moron.
He was actually brain-damaged.

Two of our Buy Morons
actually contracted scurvy.

- What?
- Scurvy?

Turns out they'd been subsisting solely
on the candy from the snack aisle.

They didn't even know
anything was wrong

until they started seeing
their teeth in the Jujubes.

The Buy More never fails
to provide dinner table fodder.

My kids ask
for funny customer stories

every night at bed.

Best job ever.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Who needs another round?
- Me, me.

I'll come with you, honey.

I kind of love it here.

I know. They're the nicest people
in the world.

We've checked everybody,

and everyone is exactly
who they say they are. It's amazing.

And here we are, lying,
all suspicious.

I think Jane wants to be my friend.
She asked me out for coffee.

- She's the Viper.
- What? No.

She passed the test.
I think that she just really likes me.

You're right.
Of course she does.

It's just my stupid suspicious
spy brain.

It doesn't matter anyway.

I'm not really sure what type
of friendship is founded on lies.

We should focus.

I'm sure the Viper
is zeroed in on you by now.

We need to lure him out
and get you alone and vulnerable.

- Ladies and gentlemen.
- What, what?

I've had one too many,
and I'm going to bed.

- Come on.
- No. There's poker later,

and probably another
less-clothed swim party.

I would love nothing more

than to see you do
a naked cannonball, Irv.

Keep it... keep it on.

I need to lie down.
I think the sciatica's acting up.

Yeah. I think I'll call it, too.

- Good night.
- Come on. See you tomorrow.

I got to call my family
before they hit the hay.

One of my kids had a big game today.

That's a lie, Chuck.

No, Omaha's no St. Louis,
but we have a good time.

Sally, in her day.

- What a looker.
- Yeah, Corn Princess in 1987.

Nope, still lying.

This is me.

Guess I'm just going to be in here.
All by my lonesome.

Sleep tight.
Don't let the bedbugs bite.

I shouldn't have joked
about bedbugs.

They cost the hospitality industry
millions of dollars a year.

Wrong thing to say.

Yep. I'm alone and vulnerable.

Hello, Sarah.
Come in.

I've been watching you.

You've got
a cute little persona going on.

But I can spot a girl in a costume.

You know,
I'm not what I seem, either.

I like costumes, too.

You're not going anywhere
until you hippity-hop over here.

It's party time.

It was the bartender!

Yeah, not everybody here is normal.

Yes, I'm not gonna die.

Viper, suck it.

Can I go home now?

Yeah. We're not letting this guy go till
he acknowledges the hit's been called off.

Which he's being very stubborn
about doing, I might add.

Go ahead, nod your head.
Do it.

Yep, hit's off.
No more killy-killy.

This is not how it's done.

First, we have to get Decker
to rescind the kill order,

but we'll handle that, Morgan,
so, I think you're free to go.

And if you go anywhere near Alex,
you're going to be on another hit list.

- I'm sorry. You doing okay?
- Yeah.

I just wish he'd give me
the number so I can explain to her.

Don't give up, you got to keep trying.
He's a tough one to crack.

It's easier to ask
forgiveness than permission.

Truer words will never be spoken.

A stitch in time saves nine.

Lead a horse to water.

I got to make a call.
Jane asked me for a drink,

and this is going to take a while,
so I...

No. Go.

Casey and I can take care
of the Viper handoff.

Really? I can go
and have an actual normal friend?

Yeah. We saved a man's life
not having to use the Intersect,

just awesome husband/wife spy work.

Maybe we can have some
normal friends, too.

Okay. I'm going to go
have a drink with a friend

like a real live person.

- Have a great time.
- Thanks.

Jeff, you have shown
incredible improvement

in motor skills, language ability,
reflexes, memory.

- It's like you're an actual person now.
- Thank you.

I have started to see
a lot of things more clearly.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey, Mommy.

Hi, muffin.

Mommy missed you.
Yes, she did.

Babe, I have never seen
such a perfect case study

for an article on the effects
of multiyear carbon monoxide poisoning.

- We could get published.
- That's so interesting.

Jeff, why don't you come by the hospital?
We'll take a look.

Let me see your belly.
I could eat you.

Let's go out here
and see some fun stuff.

Your woman is not happy.

- What are you talking about?
- Fresh air has made me intuitive.

That woman...
wants to be home with her child.

She'll never say it, but it's true.

I am not here to talk to you.
I'm here to see my dad.

I just wanted to apologize,
that's all.

There's nothing you can say
to make it okay.

You are just not the man
I thought I loved.

You want the truth?

You ready?

I had a supercomputer in my head, okay?
And it was melting my brain.

Keep walking.

Normal thoughts.

How do you like
working private sector?

It's hard, right?

Figuring everything out,

choosing the right
small business accounting program.

You're probably
not feeling too chatty.

Probably feeling bad
we took down the best so easily.

Probably too easily.

We were supposed to catch you.

- Sarah, wait. Don't move.
- Oh, my God. What?

I know we're trying to be normal people,
but if we were in spy mode,

we'd think it was kind of interesting
timing that you made a new friend...

I'm Jane.

Who wanted to hang out with you
immediately post-mission.

A new friend who was as good
as I was at passing a lie detector.

And we might wonder if the Viper
didn't use a decoy, like we did,

to make Morgan feel safe
and come out of hiding.

And we might think that
getting rid of his guards by, say,

planting a car bomb,

might be a really great way to go.

Okay, here's a spy thought.

- Don't move your foot.
- Okay.

I'm looking for Morgan Grimes.

You have to understand
this all happened a couple years ago.

I can't give you names and details,
because it's confidential,

but there were e-mails,
and there were supercomputers, okay?

A supercomputer
wound up in my brain.

And I zoomed.
That's my word, not theirs.

But the supercomputer
that I got was flawed, which is why

all this sort of behavior was happening.
I'm really sorry.

Believe me.
My brain was melting, you know?

You look a little overwhelmed.
I'll let you process.

I'm sure the manager's
around here somewhere.

I'll find him.

- Got to go now.
- What are you doing?

- Just come with me.
- Seriously. You always do this.

You little barbarian son of a bitch.

Help!

Skip, pull the fire alarm!

Someone plug the hose!
Everyone run to safety! I'm saving you!

I make no apologies for any of this,
Jeffrey.

I just needed you back, man.

Pineapple!

Yep. Yep.

That's a bomb.

And it's a nice one.

Okay.

Listen to me.

This is what's happening.

There is an elusive assassin,
and she is hunting me.

You are legitimately insane.

What? No.

Please, look.

- It's all right, stay calm.
- She's there.

I know.

- I'm gonna rip your face off.
- No. Casey, listen to me.

We have the wrong person, okay?
The real Viper is a lady.

And she's here, hunting us.

Northeast corner of the store.
Get Alex to the broom closet.

You want to live,
you're gonna take care of my daughter.

Of course.

Listen to me.

We're gonna move when I say move,
okay?

Okay.

Move.

Chuck, I'm getting some text.
Jane is in the Buy More,

and Casey's locked in the castle.

Tell them we'll be
there in less than 90 seconds.

You remember how to do this, right?

Maybe, kinda.

I think so. It's normally the red wire.
Or the green wire.

It's normally the red or the
green wire; I'm not really sure.

I want you to wait in here, all right?
Don't you move till I get back.

She's after me.
I'm not gonna put you in danger.

I love you.

You don't have to say it back at me.
Would've been romantic, but it's fine.

It's fine. Good.

God, I can't believe I trusted
Jane to be who she said she was.

I must have been really
desperate for a normal friend.

Don't beat yourself up.

And don't move your foot,

really, because this is a very

nasty bomb.

- Up with the leg.
- Okay.

Up with the leg. Keep that leg!

There we go.

There we are.

- Hello.
- Jane?

Jane, it's Sarah.

I'm so sorry I'm running late.
I'm having a really bad day,

and I just need somebody to talk to.

Just come to the restaurant.

- We'll workshop it.
- No, I...

I'm so upset,
I don't think I can drive.

Just get in the car,

turn it on and get here.

I can't. My hands are shaking.

Honey, look, I'm really sorry, okay?

I'm not gonna be able
to help you right now.

I got to go.

No, wait.
Jane, I want to tell you something.

I feel really badly.

You've been so open and honest
and sweet with me,

and I'm so excited
to have a new friend.

Yeah?

But I've been lying to you.

About a couple of things.

I'm a spy.

Boy, it feels good
to say that to a real friend.

By the way, you're amazing at what you do.
I really trusted you.

And I don't do that very often.

You shouldn't.

Wait, stop! I have your bomb.

Which means it's disarmed.
Bye.

Thanks, honey.

I kind of thought maybe stepping
into the middle of this might

have been a bad idea after all, so...

I miss knowing kung-fu.

Remarkable work.
The Viper's perfect record

has been broken.

- Suck it.
- Sorry about that, sir.

I'm obviously relieved
the mix-up was righted.

I would never have wanted you

to complete your mission
after the CIA called it off.

I am one of the good guys.

So, in front of all of these witnesses,
on a recorded feed, the hit is off?

Yes.

It's official, the hit is off.

All right, our business here is done.

Good luck running a spy business
with no Intersect?

See ya never.

He's a quippy bastard.

So can someone get us out
of this hole?

My pleasure. Follow me.

- Decker took that well.
- Yeah, he did.

I'll take care of it.

So, we need to talk.

Whatever.

We're no longer friends, I get it.

Like I care.

I do care.

I wish you were a better person.

But unfortunately, you need to learn

there are repercussions
for your actions.

So, you're under arrest.

What?

For what?

Attempted homicide.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

Morgan,

we're not gonna get back together.

You told me that you were
done with the spy life,

and clearly you lied to me
in a million different ways.

You're my hero,
but you are not my boyfriend.

Okay.

- I'm sorry.
- No, it's okay. I get it.

But, um, we can still be friends.

And I'm really glad
we're both here tonight.

Me, too.

We're putting out some hors d'oeuvres,
if you guys want to come in.

Is my dad here yet?

He's coming a little late.

You haven't said anything yet that's made me
think you're still the man for the job.

I have a reputation to repair.

This will get done.

You need to understand, however,
that I have to protect my cover.

Obviously. Which means...

Neutralizing everyone
who knows who I am.

Walker, Grimes, Casey,

Bartowski,

Casey's daughter.

You have approval on everyone
but Bartowski and Walker.

Now get it done.

John Casey.

Your life is over if you...

So, tell me about your day.

Fun parts only, please.

Fun parts only. This week,
I had to pose as Morgan Grimes.

You would need some serious
hormone injections

- to get a beard like that.
- Okay.

Fortunately for me,
my wife likes me baby smooth.

I do. My husband was
the best human target

a wife could ever ask for.

This is fun.
Talking openly about our days.

- It's the best.
- Hey, everybody.

Sorry I'm late.

No, perfect timing, man, we were about
to sit down and eat. Here, I'll trade you.

- Excellent. Thanks.
- Hey, Dad. Where were you?

Just had an errand to run.

- May I?
- Sure.

Cheers.

I'd like to make a toast.

Chuck and I have been
a little sad this week

that we aren't normal people.

I've been having a hard time with the fact
that I have no real friends.

But I look around here
at all of you today,

and I realize that,
because of Chuck, I do.

Nobody in the world is closer
than we all are.

So, thank you and cheers.

Cheers.

I, too, have an announcement.

- I'm going back to work.
- What?

Wait, seriously?
I thought you were happy at home.

No, I was just putting on a front,
you know?

I was going nuts.

Ellie is stepping up and taking
care of baby Clara for awhile.

It was too soon for me to go back,
anyway. I missed her too much.

Yeah. She's totally saving me.

One more "Mommy and Me" class,
I would've lost my mind.

I just wanted to tell you
that you could probably,

ixnay on the whole killing me thing,
because I'm not gonna bother Alex anymore.

You should move back in.

Really?

Got you a gift.

Come on, really?

Indiana Jones.

- I like these?
- You did.

Are you holding out on me?
Is this the only three?

You're not, like, keeping
the good ones for yourself or...

There's just the three.

Thanks, man.

Hey. I got it.

- Decker, what is this?
- We're looking for John Casey.

You're under arrest.

For murder.