Chuck vs The Delorean Recap
April 2nd 2009 23:23
Flashback to Butte, Montana 1990 as a young Sarah (a.k.a. Jenny Burton)rides her bike down the street, pink streamers blowing in the wind. She passes an armored bank car as the drivers get in and start driving. Suddenly, “Aaaaahhhh!” They slam on the breaks and the guards get out to find little Jenny lying on the ground in front of the truck. Did they just hit her?
A crowd begins to gather and a man rushes forward. “Stand back, I’m a doctor.” He examines her and tells the crowd she may have broken some ribs. “Anybody know her parents?” Nobody does, so he picks her up and tells them he’s going to take her to the hospital.
Suddenly Sarah/Jenny pops up from the backseat. “That really hurt. I think I sprained my wrist.”
“Ah it’s just a flesh wound darlin’,” her dad tells her, kissing her wrist. “I could take you to the hospital, or—” he peels off his fake mustache. “I could get you some rocky road. The choice is yours.”
“Rocky road.” She grins. “So, how much we get?”
He holds up a few stacks of stolen bills. “You wanna count?”
~*~*~
“Five and ten makes twenty, thank you.” Sarah finishes counting back change to her Orange Orange customers. “Have a nice day!” Her customers walk out as Chuck walks in, asking about her day, which she tells him has been very boring.
“Well I’m not sure it’s the excitement that you’re looking for, but it’s, uh, you wanna come over tonight for a fake date with Awesome and Ellie?” Chuck asks. “I promise fake cuddling but real pizza.”
“I’m sorry Chuck, but I-I have plans.”
“Oh, is there a mission tonight? I don’t remember getting the memo.”
“Uh no, no mission, just plans.” Sarah continues tidying up the counter as Chuck tries to get more information out of her. “Of course, plans…like any other single 28 year old spy with an evening to herself would have…”
“I’m sorry Chuck, but it’s personal.”
~*~*~
Chuck finds Casey putting up an “Auto audio install” sign and asks about the new mission. Casey gets steps down from the ladder, asking, “What mission?”
“You don’t have to play to play games with me, I know. You and Sarah, super-secret mission.”
“There’s no mission, moron,” Casey answers in his usual enduringly scary Casey way. “She’s takin’ a personal way.”
“I didn’t realize we got personal days.”
“Well you don’t, we do.” Casey starts to walk off, and Chuck asks him if he has any idea what Sarah’s personal day might be about.
“Yep.”
“What?”
“It’s personal.” With that, Casey leaves.
~*~*~
Meanwhile, Morgan is trying to get some alone time with Anna, but she’s “sick of hooking up only at work.” Morgan is too, but with his mom always being home and her three roommates, he doesn’t see another choice. That’s when Anna pulls out the apartment brochure.
Morgan glances at the brochure. “See, I can’t afford this.”
“WE could,” she urges. “Together. We’re ready to take the next step.”
Morgan is not so sure. He thinks it’s a pretty big step and it’s something they should discuss. “I mean look at this place, alright?” he asks, gesturing around the home entertainment room. “72-inch plasma, super comfy couches? All the coffee that we can drink? I mean come on, babe, we are living the dream—”
Angry, Anna grabs the brochure back out of his hand glaring at him. “Who’s dream, Morgan?” She leaves and Morgan is confused.
“Everyone’s.” Right?
~*~*~
Morgan finds Chuck out on the floor and asks, “Hey Chuck, you ever think you’re not man enough to hang onto your woman?”
“I need a nerd herder,” Chuck answers, and Lester looks up from his phone call to let him know that he can’t have one because “Emmett found Jeff’s underwear in the backseat, and now he’s having them all reupholstered as a safety precaution.”
They both nod. Probably a good idea.
“Okay Morgan, I need to borrow your bike.”
“Sure, why?”
“It’s personal.”
Chuck leaves
~*~*~
Outfitted in a baseball cap, dark glasses, and a newspaper to hide behind, Chuck waits outside a hotel. Suddenly he spots Sarah walking out with a man who gives her his jacket and then opens the door to his car for her.
“Plans huh?”
~*~*~
Now hiding behind a menu, Chuck peaks over at the table where Sarah and the mystery man are getting ready to order dinner. “How old is this guy?” Said guy reaches forward to brush a piece of Sarah’s hair back, and suddenly Chuck flashes on a scar he spots on the man’s wrist: Robbery, Fraud, Larceny. His eyes widen.
Sarah glances down at her phone with the blinking red dot labeled “Chuck”. Realizing he’s very close by, Sarah starts to look around. Chuck quickly ducks down, but not before Sarah spots him. She excuses herself and walks over to his table.
“Yes, I’d like the linguini—”
She pulls the menu out of his hands.
“How did you find me?”
“The GPS on your watch,” she answers. “What are you doing here?”
“Look, I’m sorry, I came for backup only,” Chuck assures.
“I told you it was personal.”
“I know, I know, but I flashed! Look, I’m all—” He jumps up. “I’m all for time off, and God knows you deserve it, but I think you should know that the much much much older gentleman that you’re having dinner with right now is a VERY bad man, Sarah.”
“Chuck—”
“Let me finish, Sarah. He is a total loser, alright? Absolute, bottom-feeding, scum-of-the-earth, have I mentioned considerably OLDER MAN!”
“All true, but I’m a hell of a dancer,” the man says, suddenly appearing right behind them.
They both turn around, and Sarah says, “Chuck, I’d like you to meet my dad, Jack Burton.” Chuck’s eyes widen as she turns to her dad. “Dad, this is my boyfriend, Chuck.”
Jack turns to Chuck, who clears his throat and nervously tells him, “A real pleasure, sir!”
~*~*~
“French toast, whipped cream, fresh strawberries,” Jack says, pulling off the lid to Sarah’s breakfast and smiling. “Just how you like it.”
“When I was twelve.”
“Well, you need to eat something,” he answers, sitting down at the table with her, picking up a strawberry. “Big day at work. What is it you’re doing again? Making milkshakes?”
“Frozen yogurt.”
“Sounds stimulating.”
“Pays the bills.”
“Yeah I can see that.” He looks around the room. “Very believable.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Sarah asks, looking at him over her glass of orange juice.
“This place, your job, your name—Sarah Walker, that smook from last night, Chippy?”
“Chuck,” Sarah corrects.
“You’re workin’ an angle.” Sarah’s dad gets up, laughing. “I mean, he’s probably the son of some rich Beverly Hills family?”
“Chuck is my boyfriend and he makes $12 an hour,” Sarah answers, setting down her glass. “So you stay away from him.”
“Hey, you don’t want to cut me in, fine. I don’t need his money. I’ve got my own.” Jack unzips his suitcase and shows her it’s full of cash. Whoa. Sarah gets up to look at what looks like almost a million dollars, and her dad tosses her one of the stacks of money. “Christmas came a little early, for you.”
“No thanks.” She tosses it back to him. “I’m not interested in your stolen money.”
“Stolen? That’s what you think of your old man, some two bit thief? Darlin’, a thief has to run out of town as fast as he can. But a good con man—“
“A good con man can leave whenever he wants,” Sarah finishes. “I remember, Dad.”
He grins. That’s my girl.
“So who donated the money anyway?” Sarah asks, glancing from the cash to her father. He tells her that a couple of months ago he flew over to Dubai. “You wouldn’t believe the kind of money they’ve got floatin’ over there, ah! This particular donation is compliments of Sheik, Rajiv Amad.”
“Amad, the Saudi oil family?” Sarah asks, suddenly alarmed.
“My daughter knows her Arabs.”
“I gotta go to work.” Sarah quickly starts to head out, and her father stands up with her apron. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He tosses it to her with a mock, “Have fun at the office!”
~*~*~
At Castle, Casey and Chuck stand by as Sarah tells General Beckman what her father’s done. Casey whistles. “Hit the big time.”
“Give the order and I’ll bring him in,” Sarah tells the General, and Chuck interrupts, “What? You’re gonna-you’re gonna arrest your own father? Isn’t that a conflict of interest?”
“If Agent Walker’s uncomfortable, I’d be happy to make the arrest,” Casey offers, and General Beckman assures them, “No one is getting arrested. Yet.”
She tells them that Amad has been on the CIA terrorist watch list for a long time now. They have no recent photos and he goes by many aliases, so any information they can get on him from Sarah’s father would be a big help.
“General, my father is unaware of my CIA career,” Sarah answers. “In fact, I’m not sure he would be all that proud.”
“No one is asking you to compromise your cover, Agent Walker,” The General answers. “Just talk to your father. Take The Intersect with you.”
“General, my father is—”
“Your father conned a very connected, very dangerous man. You better find out how deep he’s in before the Sheik does.” General Beckman signs off.
~*~*~
Morgan climbs through Chuck’s open bedroom window and Captain Awesome spots him. “Captain Morgan!”
“Hey buddy, uh, have you seen Chuck?” Morgan asks, following him down the hallway.
“He left for work, what’s up?”
“What’s up, well, basically my life is over that’s what,” Morgan answers, pulling a glass out of the cupboard as Awesome pours himself a cup of coffee.
“You ready for this?” Morgan continues. “Anna asked me to get an apartment together.”
“Whoa-ho-ho,” Awesome laughs. “Big step little man, alright!” He holds up his hand for a high five, which Morgan wearily receives.
Morgan admits that he’s not so sure he’s alright with this. He pulls out a carton of milk from the fridge. “Things are good for us right, why rock the boat?”
“Permission to speak freely?”
“There are no secrets between us.”
As Morgan continues to make himself chocolate milk, Captain Awesome asks, “Would you agree that you have no credit? No life plan, no apartment, no car, no adult responsibilities of any kind?”
Morgan stirs his chocolate milk, thinking about it a moment, then answers, “On a rare occasion I do my own laundry.”
“Time to grow up, Morgan.”
“I know, here’s the thing. This apartment? It’s a lot of dough, I mean it’ll clear me out!”
“Whoa, whoa whoa,” Awesome interrupts, with a smile. “You’re a little short on cash? We’ll lend it to ya, don’t worry about it.”
Captain Awesome starts to leave, and Morgan asks, “Wait a minute, you’d do that for me, really?”
“Yeah,” Awesome answers as if it’s obvious.
“That’s…that’s super cool man,” Morgan answers, still troubled. Then it hits him. “Why?”
“Because I believe in you. Consider this an investment in your future.”
“Whoa,” Morgan laughs. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Besides,” he answers, writing out the check. “You’ll pay me back, 12% interest every week or it goes up two points.”
“Absolutely! What does that mean?”
“$2500 should cover it.” Awesome rips put the check and hands it over. “There you go, Morgan. Welcome to adulthood.” Morgan swallows hard as Awesome adds, “We’ve been waiting for you.”
~*~*~
Chuck follows Casey around as Casey stocks DVDs, sure that Sarah’s just bluffing. “I mean, she’d never arrest her own father, right?”
“Huh, the guy’s a criminal, been in and out of jail her whole life,” Casey answers, finishing with the aisle.
“But he seems to care, you know,” Chuck argues. “I mean, at least he’s attempting to have a relationship. I don’t even know where my own father is!”
“Oh that’s sad,” Casey tells him. Chuck has a brief moment of ‘really?’ that is quickly gone as Casey finishes, “You’re confusing me with someone who cares about your life before The Intersect.”
“Good session buddy,” Chuck calls after him bitterly. “I really think we had a breakthrough there.”
“So long, Chuck,” Morgan says, appearing behind him. “We had a good run, didn’t we?”
“Stuff of legend,” Chuck answers, turning around with a smile. “Where you headed?”
“Adulthood.”
Chuck frowns at his friend, confused.
“Anna and I are moving in together.”
“Really? That’s fantastic! Congratulations, buddy!”
Morgan doesn’t look like it is. “Yeah…yeah I guess.” Sadly, he tells his best friend, “Enjoy your youth Charles.” Walking away and close to tears, he adds, “Enjoy every damn minute of it.”
~*~*~
As Sarah and her father are getting ready to go to eat with Chuck, Sarah insists, “He’s not a shnook, he’s a wonderful, caring, intelligent guy.”
“Who’s a Class A shnook,” her father answers as Chuck reaches Sarah’s apartment door. “Look,” he overhears Jack say. “You don’t want to cut me in, no problem, but don’t take me for a fool.”
Chuck pauses in mid-knock as he hears, “This guy has 2200 bucks to his name.”
Sarah turns to look at her father. “How do you know?”
“I lifted his atm card last night.” He holds it up to show her.
Out in the hall, Chuck checks his pocket, pulling out his wallet. Sure enough, it’s gone.
Sarah grabs the atm card back as Jack says, “I wanted to check him out! I was worried about you.”
“Not that you know he’s broke?”
“Now I’m really worried.” Sarah sighs as her father heads for the door. “I’m gonna get a cab.”
Chuck quickly backtracks then walks forward again, making it look like he just arrived as Jack opens the door. “Charlie, there you are!”
“Hi, good to see you again Mr. Burton.” Chuck grins.
“Oh please, Jack.” He shakes Chuck’s hand. “Nice tie. Lookin’ sharp young man.” Jack heads down the hall and Chuck steps inside. “Well, I think he’s warming up to me.”
Sarah holds up his atm card. “This accidentally fell into my father’s pocket.” She gives it back to him.
“It’s okay, he was just bein’ protective of you and after the way that I behaved last night, I can’t say that I blame him.”
“Chuck, you’re attributing good intentions to him because you’re a good person.”
“Well he must have done something right, you turned out pretty good.”
Sarah can’t help but smile. “Let’s go.”
~*~*~
At dinner, Sarah’s dad is proudly telling Chuck how good his “angel hair” could make a real doctor believe that she had a broken arm when she was little.
“That’s because I did,” Sarah answers, and her father admits, “One time, and that’s only because the armored truck hit a patch of ice.”
“Unforseeable act of God, honey,” Chuck says, grinnig. “At least your childhood was filled with excitement!”
“No kid had as much fun as you did,” her dad agrees, and Sarah smiles ruefully, then glances at Chuck. Work, right.
Chuck clears his throat and asks Jack about his “latest score”, and Jack looks between them suspiciously.
“Sarah said you were just in Dubai?”
Jack raises an eyebrow, looking at his daughter. “You sure it’s okay?”
“Oh he’s fine, trust me.”
“Always, darlin’.” He winks at her. “Never forget that.”
“Something about a rich Sheik?” Chuck urges on, and finally Sarah’s dad answers, “I’m not a boastful man, Charlie, but this was my Mona Lisa. These oil guys were just dying to buy anything American.”
“Oh no, you didn’t,” Sarah interrupts, and her dad grins.
“Of course I did.”
“I think I’m missing a step here,” Chuck answers, and Sarah tells him, “He pulled a Lichtenstein.”
“A Lichtenwhat?”
“A Lichtenstein,” Sarah explains, “is a crazy invention of my father’s: German billionaire who’s fallen on hard times and needs to sell something fast.” She glances at her dad. “You know, like a piece of art, or jewelry…”
“Bigger,” her dad coaxes.
“A boat? A plane?” Chuck guesses.
“Closer, Charlie.” Jack looks around, then tells them, “I brought you to my hotel for a reason.” He points to the highrise behind him. “I sold that.”
Sarah looks at her dad. Oh this can’t be good. Chuck on the other hand, can’t hide his impressed surprise.
“What?! You sold Nagamichi Plaza? That’s incredible!”
“Dad, that’s dangerous, he’s gonna find you.”
“Oh relax, the seven hundred grand is a finders fee for putting them in touch with Lichtenstein. By the time they know going on, I’ll be on an island.” Turning to Chuck, he says, “Remember Charlie, the bigger the lie—”
“The easier it is to believe,” Chuck finishes, knowing that all too well.
Jack snaps his fingers pointing from his daughter and back to Chuck. “Very good. VERY good.”
Chuck smiles.
~*~*~
“You think your dad bought us as a couple?” Chuck asks, walking out arm and arm with Sarah. “He is a pretty sharp guy.”
“He has his moments,” she admits regrettably.
“Maybe we should amp up the PDA, try and sell it a little better?” he teases.
“Very funny. Just make sure you have your wallet.”
Chuck pats his pocket.
As they reach the door, a group of men in suits suddenly walks through, and Chuck flashes. “Oh, I just flashed,” he tells Sarah, very alarmed. “That’s him, that’s Sheik, Rajiv Amad!”
“Stay here.”
“What do you think he wants?” Chuck asks, still staring after the Sheik.
“What do you think? Lichtenstein. Too bad he doesn’t exist,” she mutters, hastily walking after the men.
~*~*~
Meanwhile, Sarah’s dad is assuring Amad and his men that this has all been a terrible misunderstanding. “Why don’t we meet in the morning in Lichtenstein’s office and we can settle this whole mess?” he asks calmly.
“You must think I’m a fool, Mr. Burton.” Amad answers. “I want my money.”
“Well you want your money back, that’s fine, but I’m gonna have to warn you—” Jack laughs. “The deal’s off—” He spots his daughter behind them. “In fact, uh, this is Mr. Lichtenstein’s personal secretary right here, may I present Miss Applebaum.” He takes his daughter’s arm and introduces, “Sheik, Rajiv Amad.”
Sarah looks at her father, then smiles at Amad, telling him that it’s a pleasure, and that Mr. Lichtenstein has been expecting him. “How’s tomorrow at two?”
“I have a better idea,” Amad answers. “Why don’t we go get him right now?” One of his men pushes a gun up to Sarah’s side. She glances at her dad, who glances at Amad, who answers, “I thought so.” Frowning, he adds, “There’s no Lichtenstein—”
Suddenly a woman comes out asking for Mr. Lichtenstein. She holds up a note. “Is there a Mr. Lichtenstein here?” Sarah and her dad exchange a look as Chuck holds up his hand with a snap, “Ya.”
The woman heads over to the chair where Chuck. “Ah, Mr. Lichtenstein, you have a
message.”
With no other choice, Jack and Sarah take the men over to Chuck. “Sheik, Rajiv Amad, may I present Hans Lichtenstein.” He turns to Chuck who looks up from the note to the Sheik, and stands up, ready to play the part.
Before he can open his mouth, however, Sarah is quickly at his side, interrupting, “Unfortunately Mr. Lichtenstein only speaks German, but he’ll be happy to meet you tomorrow at his office. 2:00?”
Amad studies Chuck a second then agrees. “Okay, but if I don’t get my building, he’s a dead man. Translate that.” Chuck looks at Sarah with a smile, pretending not to have understood a word.
“Okay,” Amad tells his men, and they all head out.
Chuck and Sarah’s smiles disappear as Jack’s lights up. “I knew you two were on the grift!” At they’re reaction, he reminds his daughter, “You can’t put one past your old man.”
~*~*~
Ellie is balancing her checkbook at the table when Captain Awesome walks his bike in.
“Hey honey, why is there $2500 missing from our account?”
“I forgot to tell you, I lent it to Morgan.”
Ellie looks up in alarm. Surely she heard wrong. “I can only assume you meant some other Morgan at work, because the thought of you giving away a hunk of our nest egg is just too horrific to consider.”
“I didn’t give it away, I lent it to him so he could get an apartment with Anna.”
Chuck walks in and Ellie turns to her brother for help. “Chuck, how much does Morgan make at the Buy More?”
“Uh, about twelve bucks an hour—not including his always appreciating comic book collection, which I would value in the $500 range.”
Ellie looks at Captain Awesome. “Devon…”
“It was an investment in his future,” he assures. “So he could become an adult.”
A horn honks outside, and Chuck perks up. “That would be Morgan, he’s givin’ me a ride to work.” Both his sister and Captain Awesome look confused.
“On what?” Ellie asks. “His handlebars?”
“No, uh…uh…” He glances at Captain Awesome and finishes, “Morgan, Morgan bought a barely functioning ’81 Delorean that goes only goes 22 miles an hour!” He laughs, checking his watch. “So I better get going, see ya!” He slaps Awesome on the back and makes a quick escape.
Ellie turns her look from her brother to her fiancé, who just answers, “You don’t have to say it, babe. I’ll get out money back.”
~*~*~
Sarah and Casey stand in front of the monitor as Sarah apologizes to General Beckman for dragging Chuck into “my father’s ridiculous con”. Casey recommends “we place The Intersect in protective lockdown until the Sheik is out of the country.”
“And waste the perfect setup?” The General asks, and Sarah is confused. Beckman explains, “The CIA has been trying to locate the hidden bank accounts of the Amad family for years. If you can convince him to wire you the funds, we can access those accounts and freeze them.”
“Uh, funds for what?”
“The building. It will need to be at least $10 million to access his international accounts.”
“General, is the agency asking us to commit fraud?” Casey asks.
“No, that would mean the CIA has some knowledge of your mission.”
“How are we supposed to sell a 60 story building in one day?” Sarah asks, and General Beckman just answers, “Ask your father. He seems to be very proficient in his chosen profession.”
~*~*~
Captain Awesome approaches Jeff and Lester, asking if they know where Morgan is, and Lester answers, “Who’s to say? If he was able to get a hold of some high-grade plutonium, he could be anywhere.”
“Any place, any time,” Jeff agrees.
“The Old West perhaps?”
“If I could travel in time,” Jeff answers. “I’d go to Lester’s birth. I’d love to see the look on your face when you emerged from the vaginal canal.”
Lester and Captain Awesome stare at him for a long moment, then Lester finally answers, “Morgan went to the DMV to get plates for the Delorean.”
As Anna’s walking by, she overhears Captain Awesome telling Lester and Jeff that he leant the money to Morgan to get an apartment with her. “Not to buy some stupid car.”
“What? That money was for our apartment? I’m gonna kill him.”
“Well get in line, Anna.”
Together, arms crossed, they approach Morgan as he enters the store.
“Alright, here’s the thing,” he starts, taking off his sunglasses. “I beg both of you to reserve judgment until you see the plate. Oh it’s, you are gonna be—” He pulls out the plate, presenting the “DEMORGAN” and catches Lester and Jeff’s eyes. “Yeah!” Lester gives him two thumbs up.
“I nailed it, right?” Morgan asks, happily, but Awesome and Anna are not impressed.
“You have exactly one day to give me back my money, or I pluck you from head to toe,” Awesome warns.
“Start with the groin,” Anna answers, glaring at Morgan. “He won’t be using that region for a while.”
They both walk off as Morgan calls out, “But honey, I got it for us!”
~*~*~
At her apartment, Sarah’s trying to convince her dad that there’s no reason to walk away from this con now. She’s convinced they can get Amad to pay a 3% deposit. “Market value is over $300 million dollars—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, that’s a lotta dough,” her father interrupts, packing. “Remember, darlin’, pigs get fat, hogs get slaughtered.”
“Well the bigger the lie, the easier it is to believe,” he answers with a smile.
That gets her father thinking.
“We can do this.”
“I guess five mil each ain’t to bad,” her father agrees, and Sarah reminds him that it’s actually 2.5. When he looks confused, she answers, “You want my help, you have to use my team.”
“What team?”
~*~*~
Chuck and Casey are standing in front of Sarah and her dad, who takes one look at Casey and tells his daughter, “He’s got a cop face. No offense,” he adds to Casey, who just grunts.
Her dad pulls her aside as Chuck and Casey silently argue over the “cop face”, and Sarah tells him, “Look, either he’s in or none of us are.”
“Fine. But he’s your problem.” Okay then. He turns back to Chuck and Casey to tell them that he and Sarah will handle the deal. “Cop Face, you’re security.”
Casey makes another “Hmmm” noise and Chuck tells him, “We could switch names if you’d like. I could be Cop Face, you could be Shnook.”
“We’ll use our account number for the wire transfer,” Casey answers, handing it over to Sarah and telling her dad, “I don’t trust ya. No offense.”
“Uh, question,” Chuck asks. “What about me? I mean, I’m familiar with Hogan’s Heroes and ‘Castle Wolfenstein’, but beyond that my German’s a little rusty.”
“Shnook, your job’s gonna be toughest of all,” Jack tells Chuck. “You need to sit there and not say a word.”
Chuck looks at Sarah, who winks at him, and her Dad calls them all over to explain the plan:
“First we need to evacuate the current building management…*
They all enter the 51st floor of the Nagamichi building with gas masks, announcing that everyone needs to get out because the floor is being fumigated and they’ve already released toxic fumes. “Which could lead to infertility,” Chuck announces, pulling out his fumigating wand and pointing it at a nearby man. “And low sperm count.” Everyone leaves.
“Next, we need to redecorate Lichtenstein Enterprises.” They do. “Cop Face,” Jack continues, “You’re gonna use the gift that God gave you, your Cop Face.” Casey adjusts his earpiece, standing in his security uniform in the lobby as Amad and his men get out of the car.
Meanwhile, Sarah’s working on the main logo and Chuck is trying to figure out where the E and I go in Lichtenstein.
Amad and his men are walking in the door and Casey reports, “They’re here. Showtime.”
Sarah and her dad quickly change out of their overalls and into their suits underneath. Amad and his men step into the elevator as Chuck shrugs out of his overalls, Jack throws his over the counter, and Sarah puts on her secretary’s earphones.
“Most importantly, we need to convince him that we don’t want to sell the building. He’s the one getting the deal, not us.”
Amad and his men walk in and Sarah pretends to tell a caller that she’s sorry, but Mr. Lichtenstein will be in Prague on Friday. “No, Monday, he’ll be in Moscow.” They turn their gaze to Jack, who is telling “Wendy” (an empty room) that “I don’t care if Mr. Trump calls, the building is no longer for sale. I’ll see him next week in New York. Gentlemen,” he joins them. “Welcome.” Sarah tells them that Mr. Lichtenstein will see them now.
Chuck adjusts his clothes and suddenly notices the N on the Lichtenstein is crooked. He has no time to fix it, and nods to Sarah to do it when she walks in. Amad’s too busy to notice. Sarah and her dad tell them that they just need a ten million dollar deposit, and Amad asks to have a word with Lichtenstein first. When Sarah starts to translate, Amad interrupts, “I’m sorry, I don’t trust you.” He gestures to the man next to him. “I brought my own translator.”
“Hello Mr. Lichtenstein,” the translator says in German. “Anything you say, you say through me.”
Chuck hesitates a moment, and finally answers in a terrible German accent, “That is the worst German accent I have ever heard. You-you’ve butchered my language, the deal is off!”
Amad and the translator look at each other, confused, as Casey mutters, “Sounds like Colonel Klink.” Suddenly he spots all the real workers walking through the lobby. Their boss leads the line, talking on the phone and telling the person on the other end that he’s on his way to find out what’s really going on, as no one ordered the exterminator today.
“We’ve got company, time to wrap it up,” Casey reports, and Sarah turns to the Sheik. “I’m sorry, Mr. Amad it looks like the deal is off, but if we could have your account number, I’d be happy to wire you the 700,000 back that you paid to Mr. Burke.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” her dad interrupts. “There’s no reason to panic, everyone calm down, we can work this out.”
Chuck suddenly notices one of Amad’s men lean up against the fresh paint, and rushes over, demanding that they get out of his building. “The deal is off!” he shouts, quickly wrapping a coat around the man’s black suit that is now covered in white paint.
Casey listens as Sarah tells everyone, “Mr. Lichtenstein has been offended, everyone out of the building.”
Meanwhile, the real employees are listening to the muzak in the elevator on the ride back up…
As Chuck tries to force the man out of the room, Jack continues to insist that there’s no reason to panic, that they’re all businessmen here, and Amad is starting to get suspicious. Finally, he shouts, “Enough! You’re all crazy! No more games! This is my building, we had a deal.”
Jack, Sarah, and Chuck look at each other, surprised, but relieved. Jack tells the Sheik to please enter his account number, and Chuck adds a heavily accented, “Just, uh, typy type.”
“Feel free to look over the space, we’ll give you a moment,” Jack tells Amad and his men and Chuck waves them off as the elevator closes.
“Never do business with Germans,” the Sheik mutters, and suddenly the other elevator opens and the real employees spot them, wonder who they are and what they’re doing in their building. Suddenly their boss asks, “Why does that wall say Lichtenstein?”
~*~*~
Back at Sarah’s apartment, Casey pops the cork on the champagne and starts to pour as Jack toasts, “To Lichtenstein!” Patting Chuck on the shoulder, he tells him, “Well, you pulled it off, kid. You made me a believer.”
“Well, my German’s a little rusty, but—“
“No, no,” Jack interrupts. “That you two are a couple.” He sticks a cigar in Casey’s pocket. “For later, Cop Face.”
“Oh a victory smoke, nice,” Casey answers, and Jack turns to hug his daughter. “You did good, baby.”
“So did you.” She kisses him on the cheek, and Jack leaves to go get some ice.
“Well I’m not one to say I told you so,” Chuck says with a smile. “But I think that worked out pretty good, now didn’t it?”
Sarah nods with a smile. “I guess he pulled through for me this one time.”
Casey’s phone rings and he answers it, “Yes, General, mission accomplished. The money was transferred to the CIA account an hour ago.” Suddenly his expression changes, and he looks at Chuck. “Beckman never got the money.”
Chuck looks at Sarah, and she rushes out the door to find the ice bucket on the floor and her father gone.
“The laptop is gone,” Chuck announces, opening the empty briefcase.
Casey checks his pocket. “So is my cigar.”
~*~*~
Cigar, laptop, and Jack are currently driving off into the sunset.
~*~*~
The next day, Chuck shows up at Sarah’s apartment with coffee. “Hey, they were all out of fruit so I was forced to bring up some chocolate croissants.” He holds up the bag.
“Well, then I guess I have no choice but to take those off you.”
She invites him in and they sit on her bed to eat their breakfast. Chuck asks her if she’s okay, and she says she’s more concerned with the fact that they didn’t get to trace the Sheik’s accounts.
“I’m sorry if I pushed you into trusting your father,” Chuck says earnestly.
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my father it’s be ready for disappointment.” She glances down then back at him adding, “And if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine.
“No it’s not.” Sarah just waits for an explanation, and Chuck says, “Eleven years ago my father left Ellie and me. He’d uh…he was an unusual man, I guess that’s generous. An engineer. We used to get Christmas cards and birthday cards, and then one year it just, it just stopped. I don’t know why…What I do know is that it wasn’t my fault. Granted it took a significant amount of time and…an incredible amount of therapy to come to that conclusion, but…” He looks her in the eye. “You need to know that your father’s sins are his and not yours.”
Sarah smiles sadly. “That’s pretty eloquent for 9 AM.”
“Well, what can I say? I am an articulate shnook.”
They both laugh.
“Lucky for me.”
~*~*~*~
Back at Castle, General Beckman blinks on as Casey snaps a clip into his gun. “You’re alone?”
“Yes, General.”
She tells him that they’ve tracked Sarah’s dad to a downtown hotel under an alias. Casey nods and tells her, “I understand the sensitivity of the situation. I’ll go alone.” He grabs his bag.
“Agent Casey?”
He turns around. “Yeah?”
“Tell Agent Walker I’m sorry.”
“Roger that.”
Casey leaves.
~*~*~
Morgan is wandering around the Buy More wondering where he’s going to get $2500 when he spots Chuck.
“Charles! Hey my man. Lookin’ well as usual. Oh my, and that scent, it’s like the beach after the rain. What do you call it?”
“Deodorant,” Chuck answers, turning around to face his friend. “What do you want?”
“I need to borrow some money or your future brother-in-law’s gonna pluck me from head to toe.”
“How much we talkin’?”
“Oh, um, not too much…$2500?” At Chuck’s expression, he quickly adds, “Give or take.”
~*~*~
Casey gets out of his car and looks up at the hotel.
~*~*~
Meanwhile, Sarah’s working out her anger on her punching bag.
~*~*~
Casey approaches the open hotel room door, and kicks it open, gun drawn. The room is a mess, and empty.
~*~*~
Sarah’s phone rings and she picks it up with a curt, “What?”
“Baby I’m sorry, but I’ve got a perfect excuse for what happened,” Jack answers.
“Well I’d love to hear all about it.”
“Some other time. Just remember, I did it all for you.”
Sarah rushes to the computer, and suddenly Amad’s voice cuts in, “So touching, so touching, ah, a family reunion.”
Jack is cuffed in the backseat of Amad’s car, stuck between the Sheik and one of his men. Amad demands to know where his money is, and Sarah tells him she honestly doesn’t have it.
“Don’t give it to ‘em honey.”
Amad slaps Jack away, and Sarah warns, “If anything happens to my father…”
“What?” Amad mocks. “You will con me out of more money?”
“No. I’ll kill you.”
“Then bring me what is mine and we won’t have a problem, okay? I’ll call you in an hour.” He hangs up.
Sarah looks at the computer: Transmission Lost
~*~*~
Meanwhile, Chuck and Morgan are standing at the ATM in the Buy More. Morgan thanks his best friend, and Chuck looks at him. “Do you mind?”
“Oh like I don’t know your pin?” Morgan laughs. “I’ll give you mine if it makes you feel better.”
“There are some boundaries, Morgan.”
“Okay, alright.” Morgan backs off and Chuck punches in his number. At his shocked reaction, Morgan tells Chuck that’s it’s okay if he’s broke. “You know what? There are places I could use some grooming, so forget about it.” He pats him on the shoulder and leaves.
Chuck looks around nervously, then glances back at the account balance: $10,002,520.00
~*~*~
Sarah is gathering weapons into a bag as Chuck rushes down the stairs. “Hey Sarah, look I hope this isn’t a mistake and the CIA has decided to compensate me for my numerous acts of heroism?”
“Later Chuck.”
“But there happens to be an extra, oh I don’t know, ten million dollars in my ATM account.”
She suddenly looks up from her guns. “What? Why would my father put the Sheik’s money in your account?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, again we’re not so sure this is coming from your father. I’m still clinging to the compensation theory.”
She stares at him a moment, then tells him to leave it there. She continues getting ready as Chuck answers, “You know, that’s not such a bad idea, it should earn a couple thousand a day in interest.” Suddenly he notices she’s getting ready to leave. “What are you doing? Where are you going?”
“It’s personal,” she answers, frustrated, and grabs her bags and heads out.
~*~*~
Upstairs in the Buy More, Casey rushes out to catch Chuck. “Hey, hey, have you seen Walker?”
“Yeah, she just left in a real big hurry with two duffle bags stuffed full of t-shirts and some serious firepower where are you going?”
“It’s personal.” Casey leaves.
Frustrated with this same answer all the time, Chuck calls out, “Morgan?”
“Yeah?” Morgan asks, slightly distracted as he’s looking over his beard in the reflection of a flatscreen monitor.
“Morgan, I’m gonna lend you the money.”
“Thank you!”
“First I need to borrow the Demorgan, it’s an emergency.”
“Oh absolutely, it’s yours.” He hands over the keys. “What’s up?”
“It’s personal.” Chuck grabs the keys and runs off.
“Treat her well my friend.”
~*~*~
That night, Sarah pulls out her duffle bags just as Casey drives up and watches her walk away.
Sarah approaches the Sheik and his men with the duffle bags.
“That’s close enough,” Amad calls out. “You have something for me?”
“Where’s my father?”
Amad calls for Jack to be brought out. Sarah drops the bags, and one of Amad’s men walks forward to check them out, gun in hand. Sarah rests her hand on her own gun at her back as a sniper gets into place, and the man checking the duffle bags pulls out a t-shirt and shouts, “Nothing.”
Suddenly a weak *honk honk* and a *clunk, clunk, clunk* rings out as the Demorgan slowly creeps up going it’s less than 22 mph. Sarah and Jack look at each other and then at the car. Everyone is confused.
Chuck opens the door and jumps out with a computer. “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! I have your money right here.”
“Hey,” Sarah calls back. “No!”
“Grab her gun!” Amad’s man obeys.
Amad walks over to thank “Mr. Lichtenstein” for joining them, and Chuck assures him that he has his money right there. “I can wire it to you right now.”
“If you’re lying, I will put a bullet into her head.”
“All I need is your account number.” When Amad just stares at him suspiciously, Chuck quickly adds, “Please, we’re just a couple of bad conmen who got in way too deep. All we want to do is give your money back. Come take it and let us go.”
Amad steps up and types in his account number.
~*~*~
Casey watches the number appear on his computer. “The Sheik’s account number, huh. Good plan Bartowski.” He starts the car. “Course I’ll never tell him that.”
~*~*~
Amad watches the transfer finish.
“There, you have your money!” Chuck shuts the computer and the Sheik answers, “Pleasure doing business. Now kill them.”
“What?” Chuck can’t believe it.
Thankfully, before anything happens, sirens sound and Casey drives up, lights flashing. “Okay, hold it right there.” He gets out of the car, holding up a badge. “US Treasury, don’t anybody move.” Into a walkie-talkie, he says, “Send ‘em up boys, I got ‘em!” He walks over and grabs Chuck. “I got Lichtenstein.” He shoves him over the hood of the car, surprising Chuck.
Jack looks from his daughter to Casey, confused, and Chuck mutters, “Yeah, you’re really sellin’ it there Casey,” as Casey handcuffs him.
“Is this a joke?” Amad calls out. “Where’s your backup?”
“Huh?” Casey looks up with a laugh. “Oh I’m just the tip of the spear, rest of the crew’s on their way up.” He walks over to Sarah. “We’ve been following these grafters for months now.” He pushes Sarah down on the hood to cuff her too. “You know, if you gentlemen would be willing to testify, I’m sure we could get the weapons charges dropped, huh?” He hands Sarah a gun.
“Drop it!”
Sarah and Casey both raise their weapons, as do Amad’s gun. The Sheik, holds a gun up to Jack, telling Sarah to drop her weapon “or I will kill your father”.
It’s a standoff. Nobody lowers their weapons. Jack catches his daughter’s eye and nods slightly. Sarah shoots him in the shoulder.
Chuck jumps in surprise as Jack falls to the ground and Sarah turns her gun on Amad. “If I did that to him, imagine what I’ll do to you. Drop your weapon!”
Casey quickly takes out Amad’s men and Chuck ducks behind Casey’s car as the Sheik jumps into the Demorgan.
“Amad’s getting away!” Casey shouts, and Chuck shouts back, “Not at 22 mph he’s not!”
Sarah takes out the last guy and calls an “all clear”. She rushes over to her father as Casey goes over to uncuff Chuck.
“Yeah, thanks,” Chuck tells him. “Little rough with the cuffs though.”
“Yeah call it in,” Casey answers dryly.
“You didn’t use blanks?” Jack asks his daughter wearily. “What’s wrong with you people?”
“It’s just a flesh wound.” She helps him up with a smile.
Chuck gets on his phone. “Yeah, hi, I’d like to report a stolen ’81 Delorean, license plate is D-E-M-O-R-G-A-N…No, no this is not a prank call.”
~*~*~
General Beckman tells Sarah and Casey that thanks to their efforts they were able to freeze a billion dollars of the Sheik’s money. “Well done.” She has some bad news, however. They’re sending a team out to pick up Sarah’s dad at his hotel for his embezzlement charge at 5:00 today. “Say your goodbyes, that’s all.”
Casey glances at Sarah, then quickly answers, “General, as you know, Mr. Burton was invaluable in the seizure of these funds.” Sarah glances sideways at him as he looks at her again and finishes, “Perhaps I could lesson his prison sentence.”
“Prosecution will be aware of that,” General Beckman answers, then signs off.
Casey sits down and begins to flip through a folder and Sarah turns to him, touched. “Thank you.”
Casey ignores her. She smiles.
~*~*~
At the Buy More, Morgan finds Chuck to tell him, “You’re not gonna believe this, the police just called? The Demorgan was stolen.”
“Morgan, I’ve been meaning to tell you…”
“Dude, do you know what that means?” Morgan interrupts. “They have to impound the car, I’m gonna get blue book value! I’ll pay back Awesome and I’ll still have ten large, dude, I’m rich!” He fist bumps Chuck, but the moment is cut short as Anna interrupts, “We’re rich. Now we can move in together in style.” She’s already got the living room decorations all planned out. “Love you!” She calls as she walks away, blowing him a kiss.
“Love you, oh mmmm,” he pretends to catch and eat the kisses, “Yummy, yummy kisses!”
Once Anna is out of earshot, Morgan’s laughter dies away. “Well you have to grow up sometime, huh?”
“With the right girl at the right time. I’m proud of you, dude!”
Suddenly Lester and Jeff walk up. “You’re not gonna believe what just showed up in the audio install—”
“Morgan, no, no do NOT,” Chuck tries, but Lester is too convincing.
“Well, it couldn’t hurt to look…”
“Yes!” Lester pulls Morgan out before Chuck can stop them.
~*~*~
Morgan glances from a car very much like the one from The Dukes of Hazzard, to Anna, and back. Oh no.
~*~*~
At her apartment, Sarah helps her dad with his arm sling. He tells her he’s lucky she’s a good shot, but reminds her that a good conman doesn’t need a gun, and that he can—
“Leave town whenever he wants,” she finishes again with a smile. “I know.”
Sarah glances at the clock. 4:55. “Uh, Dad? Can you get me some rocky road? There’s a store around the corner.”
He laughs. “Sure thing darlin’.” He goes to get his coat, but Sarah has one more question.
“Why did you put the money in Chuck’s account?”
“I needed to put it somewhere cuz I didn’t trust Cop Face.”
“But you trusted Chuck?”
“I read people,” he answers. “It’s the only real talent I got. And one thing I know? That kid would never betray you. I made a ten million dollar bet that he loved you. Turns out I was right. I’ll be right back.”
He heads for the door as the clock clicks to 4:56. “Uh, Dad?” Sarah can’t help but call after him. He turns to face her, and after a moment, she asks, “Can you make it a double scoop?”
He laughs. “Sure darlin’.” He leaves.
~*~*~
As Jack rounds the corner, he runs into Chuck. “Hello Charlie!”
“I’ve kinda grown accustomed to Shnook.”
“So have I.” Jack pauses, then adds, “I uh, wanted to thank you for coming back. I gave you ten million reasons to leave.”
“But one really good reason to stay.” Jack nods, studying him, and Chuck adds, “And she would have done the same for me.”
“I believe she would have,” Sarah’s dad agrees. “Lucky for me she met the right shnook.”
Suddenly three cop cars drive up and they hide around the corner. Jack watches Sarah come out and talk to the police, pointing in the opposite direction.
“My daughter is some kinda cop, isn’t she?” he asks Chuck.
After a moment, Chuck finally answers, “Yeah, yeah something like that.”
Jack looks back at his daughter. “She turned out pretty good. Even with a lousy father.” He takes in a breath, then turns to Chuck. “Take care of her.”
“I’ll do my best.”
With one last look at his daughter, Jack remembers all the fun they had when she was little.
~*~*~
Chuck walks up to Sarah. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
He takes off his jacket and wraps it around her shoulders. He glances back to Jack, who nods. Sarah doesn’t see him. Putting his hand on her shoulder as they head back inside, Chuck tells her, “He’ll be back soon.”
“No he won’t.”
Chuck looks back. Jack is gone.
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Demorgan. LOL I've started to realize how much I really like Casey and Sarah as partners. They're good opposites.
And Chuck saving them at 22 mph? hahaha Oh I love it. (PS-I know I'm way behind in recapping, sorry about that. Trying to get caught up!
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