Chuck (2007–2012): Season 5, Episode 6 - Chuck Versus the Curse - full transcript

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?

I don't know, but we're gonna
get the team back together

and we're gonna figure this out.
- Where are they, anyway?

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

You want to explain to me

what I'm doing in
the ducts of Castle?



This is our Castle.
Our secret base.

Maybe my plan was
a bit overly cautious, okay,

but Verbanski was
very complimentary of it.

We should have gone in
through the front door.

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.

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

Okay.
What if, though?

What if Castle's
been compromised?

That's...

actually a very fine point.

Good job on the break-out.
That was actually...



I'm proud of you, moron.

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

We're here.

Chuck!

Hey, stand back!

Sorry we're late.

Someone needed a sandwich.

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

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

Where's Verbanski?

Well, since she disposed
of Decker,

she felt it best
to stay out of the country

till things die down a bit.

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?

I'm sorry, 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.

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.

Whoa. A hundred zettabytes?

Is that a real thing?

It could take down the Internet,
crash airplanes

and erase every database in the
world, so, yeah, it's real.

If the people trying to frame
Chuck are coming from inside

the CIA,
we need to find Beckman.

Or... she can find you.

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

For the murder of Agent Decker
as well as the crime of treason

against the United States,

the CIA is placing all of you
under arrest.

What? General,
how can you do this?

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.

Gen...!
How can she...?

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

You clever dame.

What are you doing?

She's amazing.

What are you talking about?!

- 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.

She said all that?

We need to get out
of here.

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.

Roger that.
I'll find Beckman.

Let you know
when I know something.

Guys, I know we've
been chased before,

but I got a bad
feeling about this.

It's like were being hunted.

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

Damn right.
If we are being hunted,

I need to get to the apartment
and wipe my computer clean.

Too dangerous.

The complex is probably
surrounded by agents.

Then I go.

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

I can do this.

Okay, I'll show you what to do.

You all right?
You ready to go?

Yeah.

Babe, you ready to go?

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

♪

Babe?

Okay. Ready.

Whoa.

It is so awesome
that you're my wife.

Thank you.

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

Babe, Clara's fine.

She's with my parents.

This is what we wanted,
remember?

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

You're right, you're right.

It's been way too long
since we've had time,

just the two of us.

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

And I have a little
surprise for you.

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

One more move
and I will end you.

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

Morgan?!

Yeah.
Yeah, it's me.

Morgan, what are you doing

breaking into your own
apartment?

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.

I know.

The authorities contacted me.

I just, I thought
maybe he would be here.

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?

I got this.

Okay.

Please, whoa. Yeah, sure.
I mean,

could you at least wipe
your feet before you...?

Robyn Cunnings.
Special Agent, CIA.

I'm looking for John Casey

and the rest of your team.
Where are they?

I don't know.

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

What are you two doing here,
anyway?

Me and her?

He's my boyfriend.
You know, we're just

hanging out
at the apartment.

The apartment
that I live in...

with her father.

You live with your
girlfriend's father?

Yes, I do. Yes, I do.

Seems a little
awkward, sure,

but it works,

you know, for us.

It's clear. He's not here.

See? We told you.

We don't know
where my dad is.

But I want him safe.

He's a good man.

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.

Nice. No, that was good,
that was good.

- You all right? - Yeah.
You did great.

It was perfect.

I'm your boyfriend, huh?

It was a lie, Morgan.

Don't get so excited.

Not that excited.

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.
- I know, I know,

but they could've
tapped her phone,

and we don't want her
implicated.

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?

Of course not,
why would you say that?

You know, us, wanted by the CIA,

my family history.
I'm just saying.

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

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

Everyone's gonna be fine.

Reservation for two
under Woodcomb.

I'm sorry,
I don't have

a reservation
under that name.

You know what?
Check "Bartowski."

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

Excellent.
Let's get on it then.

I used Chuck's Open
Table account.

He loves the points.

There you are. Table for two.

Mr. and Mrs. Bartowski,
right this way.

♪ 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 ♪

To a very special night.

And a few little surprises.

Babe, you look beautiful.

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?

You ever wonder what it would be
like if we lived

a life of mystery and
adventure like that?

Like Chuck and Sarah?

Like spies.

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.

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.

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

It's like it's my

family's thing or something,
u know

The Bartowski Curse.

The what?

Every Bartowski has put
their family in danger,

then had to leave them
in order to protect them.

And I'm next.

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.

Access granted.

Okay, okay.

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

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

Who's behind this?

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

Not even the CIA knows
who's in charge.

It's a dead end.

So we're gonna be spies?

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

Well, all right, hot mama.

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.

Baby, you look so cool
when you do that.

May I take these plates?

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

Copy that.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

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

It says they found us.

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

We have to run,
for real this time.

Sarah, this is exactly
what I was afraid of.

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.

Well, how long are
we talking here?

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?
- Okay.

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

What?
My pants.

Your pants?

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?

Well, they're his secret pants.

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

Watch your hand.

Right. Okay.

Here.

What's so special about them?

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.

And you both have these?

Well, you know, Chuck's
generally neurotic,

and I was just terrified
of my house burning down,

since, you know,
my house burned down.

Here we go.

The 2000 Sangiovese.

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.

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.

Project Eagle?

Your limo's just outside.

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

My wife.

Project Eagle, hmm?
Right.

Be right there.

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

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

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

They must have.

What's the matter?

Nothing. Just kind of weird.

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

from tonight.

Ellie must have used
your Open Table account.

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

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

Are us.

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

I'm sorry, I thought
it was off.

There, done.

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

Oh, God.

Sarah, I think Ellie
and Awesome were taken.

Honey, this is...

- Exactly what we needed.
- Yes.

It took you long
enough to find me.

So this is where we come
in our darkest hours.

Iran-Contra, Nicaragua.

The Clinton years.

A group inside the CIA is
conspiring to destroy Chuck.

Who's behind it?

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.

This is totally great.

This car is so rad, babe.

Where we going, anyway?

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

Whoa!

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

My driver?
This is your surprise.

My surprise?

My surprise was a bottle of
Sangiovese at the restaurant.

Honey, are you telling me

that neither
one of us booked this car?

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

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

What? Why?

Because Project Eagle, the limo,

what if... what if we open that
thing and he shoots us?

I've seen it in movies.

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

Martini!
Martini!

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

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.

And how exactly are you planning
on doing that?

That's the easy part.

See, I hop out the side window
and I climb up onto the roof

and I shoot 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.

That is crazy.

Not only are you going
to get caught,

but you'll probably
break your neck.

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.

Morgan, wait.

I have a better idea.

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.

There. Okay, so as soon as you
hear the sirens, just go.

I think I bought you about

ten minutes maybe.
- That was-- diabolical.

Honey, we have to form a plan.

Babe, deep breath.

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

Okay, I'm listening.

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

We'll be fine.

- All we need is a sturdy combat roll.
- I can't do it.

Of course you can.

You have done
way harder things.

You need to just open
the door and roll out.

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?

Surprise.

Whoa.

Casey, Casey, finally.

Look, we got big problems.

I think Ellie and Awesome
were abducted.

- Yeah, I know.
- You know?

Yeah, they were taken
by Beckman's men.

Don't worry,
she's helping us.

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.

Roger that.

Yes, General?

What kind of lingerie
was it again?

Devon, concentrate!

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

We can do this.
Just like Chuck and Sarah.

Tuck and roll.

- Okay, ready?
- Ready.

No peeking.

One...

Two...

Three!

- Babe, babe, are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

We got to get out of here.

General, we may have a problem.

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

Nothing to worry about.

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

Looks like you lost
your passengers.

Robyn, what are you doing here?

Oh, Simms.

- I think we lost him.
- Yeah, for now.

Oh, God!

Mr. and Mrs. Bartowski.

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

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

Robyn Cunnings,
Special Agent with the CIA.

Somebody's after you.

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

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

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.

Okay. Let's go.

Who is that?

Sarah, where are they?

Thank you.

No, thank you, Mr. Woodcomb.

It's now or never, Morgan.

Move like the wind.

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

They were following Ellie
and Awesome the whole time,

mistaking them for us.

And they shot Simms
to cover their tracks.

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

If they think Ellie and Awesome
know anything about the Omen,

they'll torture them for sure.

What are we doing
just sitting here then?

What's the plan?

I'm sorry, Chuck.

But for now, we wait.

They'll call to set up a meet.

How can we just wait?

Ellie and Awesome
are probably having

their fingernails ripped
out of their hands as we speak.

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.

Sounds great.

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?

Actually, we-we were
on a date tonight.

So some wine, if possible.

Sangiovese, perhaps?

It would be my pleasure.

Bring that insufferable woman
a bottle of wine

and get me Chuck Bartowski
on the phone.

Oh.

Ellie, thank God.

Lovely sister you have.

Husband's not so bad, either.

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

You listen to me.
I don't know

who the hell you are,
but if you touch one hair

on my sister's head...

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.

What'd they say?

We have three hours
to deliver the Omen...

...or they kill Ellie and
Awesome.

Mm, they're bluffing.

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

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

I know you're scared, Chuck,

but we just can't
hand over a weapon.

It's bigger than
us, Bartowski.

It's national security.

Look, I promise that we will
take every precaution.

I will not let them
do anything to your sister.

You guys are the pros.

You know what you're doing.

So...

let's go with the fake.

Hey.

Look, I know
you're concerned.

Talk to me.
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.

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.

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.
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.

You heard them.

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

Trust me.

I will talk to them.

And what if they say no?

It's gonna take some time, okay?

Okay, fine.

I'll wait right here.

Okay, good.

Honey, I can't
find my phone.

Probably just
fell out when we,

when we rolled
out of the car, babe.

Yeah, you're
probably right.

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.

No worries, bro.

This'll be fine.

Hardly.

I forgot the ice.

Oh, but we did find this
in the car.

Oh.

Thank you.

See, babe?

All's well that ends well, huh?

Right?

Anyway, I'll go get the ice.

Okay.

What the hell are you doing?!

They're gonna kill us.

What are you talking about?

He just brought us wine.

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.

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.

Suppose a fake could
put them over the edge.

They're savages-- reckless

and single-minded.

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.

Let's get the Omen
and find Chuck.

Boss, I think you need
to look at this.

Hi there.

It's me, Chuck Bartowski.

From the phone call.

Right on time.

Well, hand over the Omen.

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.

Follow me.

What the hell?

How did this happen?!

I guess you've never
met my sister.

Upstairs clear.

No sign of the Woodcombs.

Copy that.

Orders are shoot to kill
on sight.

This is really
hard-core.

I told you.

I'm not giving you anything

until I know my sister
and her husband are safe.

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

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

Some people call it torture.

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.

Honey, Chuck
came to save us.

He's in trouble, babe.

We have to help him.

We can't just
go down there.

We need, we need a
tactical advantage.

I can handle anything
you throw at me.

They always say that.

So sad.

Bring out the Toy.

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.

It looks like
all the lits

are hooked up to
that electrical panel.

If we can get that guard away,

we can short the circuits,
cause a blackout.

That's genius, babe.

Okay, okay, you cause
the distraction,

I'll blow the power
and I'll go grab Chuck.

We can do this, honey.

Like real spies.

Babe, right now
we are real spies.

Do you ever cry, Chuck?

Sometimes.

Particularly during
sports movies.

Field of Dreams is just--

it's gut-wrenching
but also uplifting.

A good cry is cathartic.

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

Oh. Here, here.

But you can't just jam that

piece of metal
in the circuit breaker.

- You're gonna burn your hands.
- You're right, you're right.

I need something to insulate it.

Here, shirt, shirt.

Oh, you look hot.

So do you.

I love you.

One last chance.

Omen... or pain?

The Omen?

Or pain?

Shouldn't there be
a third option?

What are you doing?

Who? Me?

Where's your shirt?

It's kind of a long story.

Let me tell you
the short one.

This is going to be
very, very painful.

Here we go.

Sorry, Chuck.

There's usually
a backup generator.

Oh.

Just FYI.

Oh, my God.

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.

Let's just hope he's smart.

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

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

I... I really do appreciate it.
No sweat, man.

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

Are you done?

Tell me where you
hid the Omen,

or I permanently change
this man's face.

Not the face.

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.

You're joking.

You're not joking.

Oh, my God! Thank you!

It's going
to be okay.

Rescuing Bartowskis
is our business.

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

It's truly my
favorite part.

Why are you doing this?
Do you have any idea

how much damage
that virus will cause?

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

What do you mean?

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.

What happens now?

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.

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.

Your sister? The doctor?

Are you kidding me?

Again?

All clear.

All clear.

Put down the gun.

Now.

Walker. Casey.

I give up.

Robyn Cunnings.

You don't get off that easy.

Safe. Come on out.

Chuck?

Devon, honey, are you okay?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

I'm good.

I'm just really cold.

- I love you.
- I love you.

We are so not meant to be spies.

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

I love you... so much.

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

This isn't over.

Hey, Sarah.

Guys?

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

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

Little help.

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.

I have nothing to say to you.

You're not my general.

You know, we found
something interesting

at the factory.

I'm very excited

to see how
it works.

I believe you call it the Toy.

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.

General, that's all
fantastic news,

uh, but what about
the Omen virus?

And who did Robyn work for?

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?

So...

no living on the lam,

running from
the law.

Sounded a little romantic,
didn't it?

You're still mad.

You left without me.

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.

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.

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.

If you ever go out alone again,

just remember,

I'm a trained assassin.

Noted.

Good.

You wouldn't shoot me,
would you?

Yeah?

Great news, man.

The agents are dispersing.

I wonder what's going on.

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.

That's great.

But you just got it.

Yeah. It's all right.
I'll shoot over

to the apartment,
and I'll put it back.

It's not a problem.
Just got to ask--

what's in Chuck's PANTS?

No, no, no, no.

Not allowed.

Here's something
I can show you, however.

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?

Yeah. Crazy.

It was crazy. It was.

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

Morgan... that was not a date.

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

You're right.

I should go.

Okay, I'll go.
Okay.

Okay.

Um... thank you for everything.

Yes. You, too.

All right.

I know that I am
supposed to be tired

and a little freaked out,

but last night was...

Kind of incredible.

Yeah.

When you cracked
that baddie

over the head
with the bottle,

that was pretty hot.

I was going to say
the same thing

when you took out
that electrical panel.

What were you saying earlier
about Agent Provocateur?

So all's forgiven?

Maybe.

Okay, fine.

All's forgiven.

Oh, something's wrong
with the computer.

You mean all the computers.

What is going on?

Sarah, it's the Omen virus.

It's affecting
our entire system.

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.

Waiting for what?

I don't know.