Chuck vs. The First Date
September 29th 2008 07:51
Chuck is back with a season premiere that will remind you why you loved this great geeky (or should I say Nerd Herdy?) spy show! 
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Chuck is being hung upside-down out of a window by one man. “Before you do anything rash, I think you should know I have the cipher!”
“Hand it over right now.”
“Don’t you think we should discuss terms first?” he shouts nervously, and the guy grabs him and pulls him up. Chuck is now standing on the ledge high above the busy street. The only thing keeping him from falling is the man’s grip.
“Now. Who are you”
“You know, you probably wouldn’t believe me,” Chuck hastily replies. The man loosens his grip on Chuck’s tie. “Ahh! Oh!”
“Last chance. Who are you?”
“Chuck.”
“Okay…now tell me everything, Chuck.”
Chuck’s eyes widen, and suddenly the picture freezes as Chuck continues in a voice-over: There is no way he is going to believe me, and I don’t blame him.” He goes on to quickly explain his background, how he’s the secret intersect an all, and oh yeah. “Of course, I can’t tell this guy that!”
The guy loosens his grip and Chuck rushes to explain, “Okay, okay! I kinda, sort of work for the CIA and the NSA on my off hours when I’m not working on the store—this is kind of a second job for me—and though I don’t look it being lanky of build, you should know that I’m probably, the most important intelligence asset—“ he pauses to catches his breath and nervously look down. “In the world.”
The guy just stares at him a second, then answers, “That is the single, dumbest story I’ve ever heard.”
“That very well may be, but,” Chuck warns, “If you drop me, there are a couple of people who are going to be very very upset.”
*Cue shotgun blast and door busting open*
Chuck’s voice-over continues: Meet Sarah and Casey. They’re here to protect me. *flashback scenes of Sarah* That’s Sarah. She’s here to protect me. *Sarah punching out the bad guys in her undercover outfit* Believe me. I know. *Cut to Casey* That’s Casey. He works for the NSA. He’s not as pretty.
“Let the geek go!” Casey yells, gun aimed at the bad guy.
“Wait!” Sarah quickly yells. “Not out the window.”
Casey shoots her a look. “Aren’t we picky.”
The guy glances at them, then tosses Chuck across the room, who yells until Casey catches him and drops him to a nearby couch.
Chuck: *scared and out of breath* Nice hands Casey.
The bad guy jumps out the window and Casey runs to watch him slide down a cable and run away.
Sarah: Why didn’t you stay in the car?
Chuck: You know what? It’s never safe in the car!
Casey turns around. “Well did you get it?” Chuck doesn’t answer. “Tell me you got it.”
Still slightly out of breath and shell-shocked from his near-death experience, Chuck just raises the cipher. “Yeah I got it! Of course I got it, it’s me.”
Casey snatches it out of his hand and walks out and Chuck falls back against the couch. Sarah gives him a smile and heads after Casey.
~*~*~
“Excellent work Sarah, Casey,” their boss tells them over the video conference.
Sarah asks, “What exactly is the cipher?” and why would mercenaries break in and steal only that? The general tells her that the cipher is “the artificial brain for the new intersect computer.”
Chuck suddenly sits up in alarm. Uh, if that’s the new intersect, what happens to the old one? As in Chuck? Casey sneaks a sideways look at him as his bosses tell Chuck that tomorrow the new computer will be online and “Operation Bartowski officially comes to an end.” No more briefings, no more missions, no more spies. “Enjoy the rest of your life Chuck.”
~*~*~
As Chuck and Sarah walk through the courtyard back to Chuck’s apartment, Sarah asks him what he’s going to now that he’s got his life back.
He doesn’t really know. He was starting to think he was going to be followed around by Casey and Sarah for the rest of his life. “Or whatever the adult version of ‘forever’ is.” He doesn’t really think he’s cut out for this whole, “disarm a bomb, steal a diamond, and then jump off a building” type of job.
Sarah: Well you could have fooled me.
Chuck: That’s very kind of you to say, but I’m pretty sure my girlish screams in the face of danger give me away.
Haha. So what happens now? Well, he’s always got the Buy More. As Chuck’s thinking about this, Sarah tries not to smile and asks if she can tell him something. Sure. She’s seen what he can do. “Anything you wanted you could have.”
Chuck considers her words and a slow grin spreads across his face. Hmmm…
~*~*~
In his apartment, Casey’s checking out the cipher under a magnifying glass. His computer blinks on.
“Thought you might call.”
The General asks him if he understands the situation, and he says that he does. “We can’t have another Intersect wandering around Los Angeles getting into trouble.”
“General, Chuck may be a novice spy,” Casey answers, leaning toward the computer. “But the results speak for themselves. Surely we can find another exit strategy.”
“You have your orders, Major,” she tells him, leaning into the camera herself. “Tomorrow night, eliminated Chuck Bartowski.”
With that she terminates the video feed.
Casey pulls out and cocks his gun. “I used to like the sound of that.”
~*~*~
7:00 AM
Chuck wakes up with a smile and turns up the music. He dances a he grabs his Buy More uniform off the closet door. He tosses it on the bed, then jumps up and bounces around himself. It’s a new day and his days as secret spy intersect are almost over! Yay!
Chuck dances into the bathroom to the tune of “it’s hip to be square”, and frowns at the foggy mirror. He wipes it clear and “Ahhhh!”
“Ahhh!”
“Mornin’ Chuck!”
Chuck stares at the reflection of his sister hiding behind Captain Awesome in the shower. Chuck slaps his hands over his eyes. “My eyes! My eyes!” He runs out. “Oh I’m blind! I’M BLIND!”
Ellie buries her head in her fiancé’s shoulder as Captain Awesome just frowns.
Okay, so maybe not such an awesomely good day after all. LoL
~*~*~
Chuck stares straight ahead as Captain Awesome takes another bite of cereal. Ellie stares at the ceiling. No one talks.
Finally, Chuck can’t stand it. “Okay, first of all, congratulations Devon on the, the what, you know, whatever God gave you there.” Devon grins and takes and picks up his mug. “Second of all, the door was not locked so I’m not a complete pervert. And third of all, this is just another reminder of why I need my own place.”
Ellie assures him that there’s no rush, they like having him there. He tells them her he’s been thinking about his life lately and how he shouldn’t be working at the Buy More, but “should have a real job with a real future.”
Ellie’s eyes widen in surprise. “What happened?”
Nothing, just, you know how sometimes you just meet someone and they “Flip you on your head just to shake things up a bit?”
Captain Awesome slaps Chuck on the shoulder. “You’re talking about a Mr. Tony Robbins.”
Chuck: “So close, and yet so far away.”
He checks his watch. He’s gotta go. Ellie jumps up from the table, whoa whoa, wait a second. “Talk to me, Chuck. I need to know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.”
No, no, he assures her. “It’s not a Tony Robbins cult thing, I want this!”
“Okay great! Then I’m really happy for you.” Ellie stands in front of him a second, then admits, “I’m like, super excited right now and I’m trying to keep it in, so—”
“Of course.” He understands. It’s probably healthier that way.
“I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m so proud of you!” Unable to hide her excitement, Ellie grabs her brother in a hug. Chuck laughs and hugs her back. “Okay I love you, see you!”
Ellie grins like a proud parent as she watches her little brother leave.
~*~*~
Chuck walks into the Buy More, taking his time looking around at his life in a new light. Suddenly Morgan with a whispered, “Hey! Come here, come here.” What’s up?
Morgan unrolls a complicated “Call of Duty” game plan. He doesn’t want the “Large Mart Goons” to see it, but here’s what he’s thinking: “23 infantry troopers, 16 snipers, 7 heavy gunners, 4 demolitions experts, and enough ammunition to orbit Arnold Schwarzenegger, 50 gamers, one call all ready for battle.” With this plan, he’s pretty sure they can beat ‘em.
Chuck: Morgan you are my new hero.
Morgan: I know, I know.
Oh, Big Mike was looking for him. Right, but first Chuck has to track down Casey to, well, tell him thank you and just “That I’m gonna miss you man.” He thanks Casey for always being there to catch him when he fell...”Which sounds horribly cheesy now that I’m saying it.”
“Really,” Casey replies. “Forget it.”
Casey rushes off as Big Mike suddenly appears, snapping, “Bartowski!”
~*~*~
Chuck sits across from Big Mike at his desk. Big Mike doesn’t want to interview his employees for the assistant manager position because “They scare me.” Right…So what’s Chuck say? Doesn’t he want the job? Chuck stares at him in total surprise.
~*~*~
“Da, da, da, da, da, DA! All hail the once and future Assistant Manager Chuck Bartowski.” Morgan claps, assuring everyone that as Chuck’s lieutenant he’ll make sure to “institute policies we’ve always wanted, right team?”
Everyone gives him an unenthusiastic, “Riiight…”
Chuck informs his best friend that he didn’t take the job, and Morgan’s face falls. What?! Why oh why not? As his punishment he’ll have to interview everyone else for the job. Chuck tells Morgan that he’s not completely convinced that the Buy More is where he wants to work the rest of his life, and Morgan answers, “Got it. Where would we work then?”
“We…” Chuck tries politely as Morgan shakes his head impatiently (uh-huh, uh-huh?) “I don’t know, wherever.”
Morgan decides that it makes since. After all, if would make since if he was going to pick someone over him it would be “her”. Her?
~*~*~
Chuck walks next door and confesses to Sarah that he misses the Weinerlicious. The building has now turned into an ice cream place.
Sarah: My clothes smelled like sausage.
Chuck: Nostalgia completely gone.
Sarah asks what’s up, and Chuck pauses a second, then finally asks, “You want to go on a date sometimes?” One without aliases and spy gear?
After reminding him that she’s still a CIA agent and that there are a hundred reasons she shouldn’t, he argues that in a week she’ll be off in a knife-fight some foreign country, and she’ll wish she had one more nice fun night with him. After thinking this over a second, Sarah finally agrees.
Wow, really? Really. Okay then, tonight. Their first real date. Or second first date, whatever. He promises no gunfight.
~*~*~
*Insert Chuck, Sarah, and Casey getting ready montage. Chuck changing his shirt, Sarah brushing on makeup, Casey getting out his gun, Chuck changing his shirt, Sarah putting on her dress, Casey shooting a picture of Bin Laden, Chuck changing his shirt, Casey’s shooting target changes to Hitler, Sarah exits her bathroom and stares at her gun, Casey’s picture turns to Ronald Reagan, he winks at it, Chuck finally decides on the black button-down, Casey’s target changes to Chuck. He fires and
Misses?! Uh-oh. Seems Casey’s conscious really doesn’t want to do this after all.*
Chuck gets ready to head out for his date, pausing in the living room to tell his sister where he’s going. Ellie turns to her future husband. “Recognize the sound of a proper date when you hear it?”
“The tanks empty, babe.”
So, has Chuck thought about what he wants to do with his life?
Ellie: And if you say pilot the Millennium Falcon, I will hit you.
Chuck: I, why—why would I say that, that’s absurd? I’m gonna be a ninja assassin.
Ellie: No. Try again.
Chuck: Uhhh…an Olympic—
Ellie: Uh-uh.
Chuck thinks a moment longer, then finally says, “Secret Agent.”
“This is what happens when you sit in front of the television too long,” his sister answers with a smile. Seriously, what’s he going to do? He doesn’t know, but he does want to finish college, travel, “Learn an obscure language that only really cool people know.” But, oddly enough, none of his dreams involves working at the Buy More another week.
“Well look who’s growing up.”
The doorbell rings, and it’s Morgan. He knows Chuck has a date, he’s just wondering if he wants to go over a few quick Call of Duty maneuvers. Chuck’s eyes widen and his sister warns, “Chuck…”
“Baby steps, sis,” he says quickly. “Baby steps.”
~*~*~
Casey’s doorbell rings. He scans the messenger for weapons, and when there isn’t one, he opens the door and asks for the verification code. “Morning Glory.” Casey hands off the cipher, then asks, “Where’s your backup?”
In answer, the guy lifts his hand and sprays Casey with a gas that makes him fall to his knees coughing.
The messenger heads out, opening his phone and telling the man waiting in the car (who just so happens to be the same man who tried to steal the cipher before), “It’s done. I’ve got the cipher.” Good, the man in the car tells him to “go to the second location. We have two more targets.” He pulls out a picture of Chuck and Sarah.
~*~*~
*knock knock*
Chuck: Ready to go?
Sarah: Yeah.
The door closes, leaving the camera to close in on Sarah’s gun…left behind.
~*~*~
Sarah is impressed with the Chinese restaurant Chuck’s picked. Where did he hear about it? Morgan. “The man has a black belt in dumplings. I trust any recommendations he gives me on food items less than ten dollars.”
“So our first date is a Morgan recommendation?”
“Wow, no faith in the little bearded man, okay,” Chuck answers in the same teasing tone. “I think you should know that he’s always been supportive of our fake relationship. And, he’s never found it remotely unbelievable that a guy like me could be dating a--” Chuck clears his throat and Sarah takes another bite. “You know.”
“What?”
“Uh, you know, you.”
“What about me?”
Chuck laughs. “You’re really gonna make me say it aren’t you?”
Sarah merely waits.
“Okay, we’ll play it your way.” Chuck looks at her. “A girl like you. Or more appropriately, a woman like you.” He thinks she’s smart, and cool, and extremely beautiful and “you can stop me any time with the compliments anytime”. No, she thinks they’re very “Sweet.”
Chuck: Sweet. Golly gee thanks for makin’ me feel like I’m eight.
Sarah chuckles. “Well you’re not so bad yourself.
“Please,” Chuck brushes it off. “I’m fantastic.”
Sarah looks straight at him. “Yeah. You are.”
After a moment, Chuck asks, “What would Casey think if he knew we were doing this right now?”
“It would probably kill him,” Sarah answers with a laugh.
~*~*~
*Cut to: Casey scrambling on the floor, face white, eyes bloodshot, choking for breath*
Casey grabs for a chair, it falls to the floor in no help. He continues on, still choking, covered in blood. He reaches up and grabs a glass frame with a picture of Ronald Reagan in it. “Sorry, Sir!” He smashes out the glass and grabs the hypodermic needle hidden inside.
Pressing a button on his remote, Casey flops over and continues to choke as his lights suddenly come out of the ceiling to reveal a decontamination shower. Water rains down around him and he jabs the syringe into his heart.
~*~*~
Back at the restaurant, Sarah opens her fortune cookie and Chuck asks if it reveals her next mission. “Actually it does.”
“Really?”
No. Plus it doesn’t work that way. They’ll probably put her somewhere undercover as far away from here as possible.
Chuck: What if they didn’t?
Sarah: Chuck, a CIA officer doesn’t get to choose.
He starts to lean forward, reminding her that he still has a lot of secrets I his head…The Lindenberg baby, the formula for new Coke…Sarah is also leaning forward. “What are you saying, Chuck?”
He’s now only inches away from her. “What I’ve always wanted to say Sarah…”
They both start to lean forward and just when they’re almost about to kiss—“No, no, no, no not now!”
Chuck spots a couple across the room and has a flash: A red car with “Finally Married!!” on it, Omer Koray, Male 27, Morocco, Gun Trafficking, Drug Offense.
Chuck grabs the table. “Ohhhhh…”
He spots another woman at a different table. FLASH: A woman with a slashed throat sitting out with the garbage bags, another, a bloody knife, “Offentliche Fahndung nach Natalija ELITA”, a clock.
He’s not even over the rush of that flash, when he spots the waiter and FLASH: Chinese temple, and ID card, an atomic bomb cloud.
Sarah: Chuck, what is it?
Chuck: We’re surrounded.
Everyone starts to get up. Sounds of cocking guns.
Chuck: Sarah, you have your gun, right?
Sarah: Nope.
What? Why not? “You don’t bring a gun on a real date, remember?”
Suddenly the man from the beginning steps up. “Hello again Chuck.” And who is he? Mr. Colt. And why would they want to go with him? Because he’s going for imposing. Go ahead look, is he imposing? Yep, definitely is. He tells them that the guys he works with “give me the heebie jeebies”. Well, when you put it in that context…
Mr. Colt tells them to get up and follow him, but Chuck stalls him as Sarah slowly inches her hands towards the red chopsticks.
Chuck: How much do bad guys normally tip?
Sarah tries to strike, but Colt grips her by the neck. Sarah cries out and Chuck jumps up. “Sarah!”
“Move and she dies!”
Chuck sits back down.
Suddenly Chuck’s watch starts to beep.
Colt: What is that?
Sarah: It’s a homing device.
Chuck: *glancing out the window* Is that a Crown Victoria?
Move! Everyone jumps out of the way as Casey slams his car through the front window. “Hey! Somebody order drive-through?” Get in the car!
Chuck and Sarah dive for the car as Casey spots a ring with a red jewel coming straight for him. Mr. Colt punches Casey and he falls into the car. They speed away in a rain of bullets.
“’Ahhh! Ooohh, oohhh--Somebody order drive-through, huh?!” Chuck all but screams angrily. “Did you think that up while you were rushing over to save us? ‘hey maybe I’ll stay this after I CRASH into the restaurant?!”
All smashed into the front seat, Sarah tells Casey they have to go back to see who they were working for. He argues that there’s too many of them. Chuck is relieved that they at least still have the cipher.
Casey: Yeah, about that…They look at him. “Looks like you’re still the Intersect Chuck.”
Chuck: Sarah…?
Sarah: Don’t worry Chuck, we’ll get it back.
~*~*~
7:00 AM
“Power of love, is a curious thing...” (Anyone else having “Back to the Future” flashbacks?
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Unlike yesterday, Chuck wearily gets out of bed and puts on his Buy More uniform. He walks through the hall, glancing at Devon doing sit-ups on the ceiling. He half-wave to his sister in the kitchen and sits down at the table….At the Buy More, he sits, sadly, head in his hand.
Morgan comes up to tell him he’s got all the resumes together. Chuck’s decided he’s picking Morgan. Whoa, Morgan tells him. He’s got to think about this for a second here. “I have this perfect system for doing as little as possible. It’s a science, really. Doing nothing. Promotion at this point would destroy all my hard work.”
Chuck frowns, thinking this over. “You’re telling me I have no choice?”
Yes, but Morgan will be there for him every step of the interviewing way.
~*~*~
First interview up is Anna. She wants Morgan to leave. Chuck nods to his friend, who sulks out of the room. “I’m just tryin’ to find the right applicant, Buddy,” Chuck calls after him, to which Anna points out that her resume is scented. “Is it?” Chuck smells it. Mmmmm.
“Oh honey, will you close the door?” Anna asks Morgan. He begrudgingly grabs it on his way out. “Thanks sugar!”
“We’re alone.”
“Anna, what exactly are you doing?”
“Relax,” she tells him, her foot sliding toward his under the table. “I like making my boyfriend nervous.”
~*~*~
Next up is Jeff. He hands Chuck an old napkin. Chuck is confused, is this garbage, is he supposed to throw it away or…? No, he opens it and there is Jeff’s “resume” written in red sharpie.
Chuck: You’ve, uh, you’ve been working here since the store opened…
~*~*~
Lester’s turn.
Chuck: Very detailed…very thorough…I’m noticing here that you have a Wikipedia entry—
Lester gives him the ‘you bet I do’ finger point. “Bingo.”
Chuck finishes, “Of yourself.”
Morgan just looks at Chuck as Lester leans forward, clasping his hands together. “I have a certain following…”
~*~*~
Back to Anna. “What do you think he thinks is happening right now.”
Chuck: An interview I hope.
~*~*~
Jeff again.
Chuck: Wow, that’s something that I never *Morgan picks up the napkin marked “FOR CHUCK” with salad tongs and throws it away* ever wanted to know about you.
Jeff: What else can I tell you?
Morgan: Nothing!
No more questions, Morgan warns, “This guy needs professional help.” Jeff tries the same move Anna did with his leg under the table, and Chuck pushes his foot down. “That’s not called for. “ He grabs Jeff’s foot with both hands, adding, “Or welcome. Very unwelcome, actually.”
~*~*~
Lester: I take care of my friends…My *mumbles like the Godfather, then coughs*
Chuck: K, here’s the thing, we’re at the Buy More, and this is not the Mafia.
Lester: Interesting. Interesting…
Suddenly the door bursts open and Casey rushes over to the first aid kit on the wall and slams Morgan aside when he tries to stop him. Chuck notices the strange circular bruise on Casey’s face and has a flash to the ring we saw Mr. Colt wearing. A red star-like gem cut in a circle, within a cross, within a black and gold circle, within another cross, within the circle of the ring. Maps, Mr. Colt…
Uh, okay, good Chuck needs to talk to Casey right now. He quickly thanks Lester and rushes both Morgan and Lester out the door to tell Casey that he flashed on his scar. He knows about Mr. Colt. The scar is in the shape of the secret organization’s emblem. He tells him the exact location of the hidden warehouse.
Chuck’s ready to go rushing in right here and now to take them down, but Casey wants to wait to make sure. He’ll call it in. He puts a bandage on his cheek as Chuck falls to the chair across the table from him.
“Casey, I can’t take this anymore, do you understand what I’m saying? I cannot do this anymore!” Chuck yells. “I almost died twice in the period of one day!” When he looks at his new life, the one where he’s not the Intersect anymore? Yeah, that one looks like it “doesn’t completely suck”.
Casey warns that the future’s not always a good thing; that it doesn’t always work out like you want it to. Chuck squints at him…”What happened to you? You were this close to being done with me and being a real spy again.”
“What? You don’t want me to be here to catch you when you fall?”
No, he’d rather have him “Flying jets and blowing things up.”
Casey stares at him, then gets up. “Wait here.”
Chuck chases after Casey, who pulls out his phone. Morgan stops him to ask how the interviews went, and distracted, Chuck tells Morgan he’s in charge now. Really? Does he really think that’s such a good idea? Huh? Oh yeah, he’ll do fine. Chuck rushes off. Morgan thinks a second. “What is my method?”
~*~*~
Next door, Chuck rushes into the ice cream parlor. What’s going on? They’re going down there right? “Relax”, Sarah tells him, “We’re on it.”
Casey appears from the back, carrying a black bag. When Chuck asks, “What’s back there?” Casey merely taps the counter, “Like the sign says, ‘Yogurt and Fun’.”
Chuck whines, “Let me come along! Remember Charles Carmichael?” Casey reminds him that Charles Carmichael doesn’t exist, and Sarah tells him to stay here. Chuck assures him that things are under control here, he left Morgan in charge…
~*~*~
A mike falls from the ceiling as Morgan calls out, “Welcome to Thunder Dome!” The Buy More employees are surrounding the cage, where Lester and Jeff are ready to bungee fight it out. The small crowd continues banging on the cage as Morgan proclaims, “One of them will be the new assistant manager! The other will be Jeff!” Lester and Jeff bounce around, getting warmed up. “The Fates will decide! BEGIN!”
The fight breaks out.
~*~*~
Chuck walks in wondering where all the employees are. Big Mike calls him to tell them that someone has a computer emergency. He’s gotta go.
~*~*~
The SWAT team bails out of the van and takes the elevator to what looks like an empty underground parking lot.
~*~*~
“Buy More Nerd Heard, hello?” Chuck knocks on the door. “I’m here for the…” Hello Mr. Colt. “…Computer emergency…”
“Hello Chuck.”
~*~*
Casey tells Sarah to call Chuck. He’s got a bad feeling about all this. Sarah pulls out her phone. Nothing. She tries Buy More.
Morgan: Yo?
~*~*~
So, what seems to be the computer emergency? Mr. Colt and his cronies have Surrounded Chuck, and Colt takes off his coat, telling Chuck that they have a problem. He’s seen his face, heard his voice…Colt starts to stretch.
“That’s not a problem!” Chuck hastily corrects. “That’s not a problem at all! I forget things all the time! Just ask my sister! I forgot her birthday, I forget my social security number. Just anything, ask me, I’ll forget it.”
Chuck asks him what he’s doing, and Colt answers, “Stretching.” Why? So he won’t pull a muscle “when I break your neck. Maybe you should get limber too.”
Chuck turns and starts walking towards the window and Colt tells him no one’s coming to help him. “You walked into trap Chuck. If that is your real name.”
Bingo. Chuck’s got an idea. Turning around, he tells them, “My name is Charles Carmichael. I’m a CIA agent and this is my trap.”
Colt just smiles, and Chuck tells him that he’s currently being surrounded by “23 infantry troopers, 16 snipers, 7 heavy gunners, 4 demolitions experts, and enough ammunition to orbit Arnold Schwarzenegger.” Thank you Morgan! “You’re outmatched and you’re out-gunned. Those pea-shooters you’re holding might as well be sharp and strong language.”
Colt nods to his men, who go and check out the windows. “Nothing there boss.”
Chuck spots the Cipher and Colt laughs. Nice try Chuck.
“Of course you don’t see anyone,” Chuck continues to lie. “Who do you think we are, the FBI?”
Chuck tells him he might as well make the smart choice and hand over the Cipher. Colt simply cracks his neck and steps up. “Wait, wait, wait—” Chuck pulls out his phone. “I think you might want to hear this.”
Chuck calls Morgan, who picks up the phone . Sounds of the Buy More cage fighting is in the background as Chuck asks, “Hey Morgan? I’d like you to tell me the exact specs for the team surrounding the compound.”
“The whole shebang?” Morgan has to shout to be heard over the yelling.
“The whole shebang.”
“Yes sir. We have 23 infantry troopers, 16 snipers, 7 heavy gunners, 4 demolitions experts.” Colt and his men look at each other as Morgan continues, “I should tell you we took out one of the sentries, don’t worry it was a head shot, he couldn’t warn his buddies. It was awesome man, you should have seen it! His head exploded like a watermelon!”
“Thanks Morgan.” Chuck quickly ends the call and Colt’s men rush to nervously look out the window.
“They must have got Fritz!”
Chuck tells them they have one more time.
Colt: He’s either lying or he’s crazy. Check everywhere, don’t let anything get past you.
Colt goes to check out the window and Chuck makes a run for it, grabbing the Cipher on the way.
~*~*~
Quite pleased with himself, Chuck tries some awesome spy moves…and falls…gets up and starts to laugh, then turns around and—“Whoa!”
Colt’s standing there blocking his way.
“Don’t move!” Chuck warns, pointing his finger at him. Colt just stares at him. “Please don’t move?”
BAM! Colt shoves Chuck out the glass window. Colt climbs out after him.
~*~*~
Once again finding himself hanging upside down off a tall building, Chuck asks Colt, “What do you do if I give it to you?”
“To be honest, I’m gonna drop you.”
Yeah they need to work on his negotiating skills.
“FREEZE!” Sarah aims her gun at Mr. Colt, who takes one look at her, then Chuck, then decides, “You know what? It ain’t worth it.”
He lets Chuck go.
Sarah: NOOOOOO!
Chuck starts to fall through the air, past the fire escapes stairs and Casey looks up just in time. Grabbing Chuck’s hand, Casey swings him to a lower level. Chuck is more than a little freaked out.
~*~*~
Up on the roof, Colt tells Sarah, “Your boyfriend’s dead, baby, now what’re you gonna do?”
In her pain, Sarah loses her gun to Colt’s kick, but it’s enough to knock her out of her shock. She fights back with a vengeance.
~*~*~
Chuck is still stunned. “You—you—”
“Yeah I catch you with you fall,” Casey interrupts sarcastically. “It’s touching, really.”
“No no, I love you!” Chuck shouts.
“Keep it in your pants Bartowski,” Casey cuts back. “Now get down the stairs.”
Chuck takes off, Casey heads up, and Sarah and Colt still fight it out.
Colt picks her up and drops her…but Sarah’s now about to give up yet. She kicks him down, and Casey shows up with his big gun. “Enough with the foreplay.”
Colt just laughs. He’s gonna want to put that gun down “Because you’re surrounded. Meet the rest of my men.”
Casey glances around. Yep, he’s surrounded.
Suddenly Chuck opens the door. “Excuse me? Excuse me.” He doesn’t mean to interrupt, but he just wanted to introduce his team. The entire SWAT team joins him on the roof.
“Tell me,” Chuck asks. “Do you find them imposing? Go ahead, you can be honest. I was going for imposing.”
Both Sarah and Colt look around in astonishment.
Sarah: Chuck?
Chuck: Carmichael. Agent Carmichael.
He asks Colt and his men to put their weapons down, and when they don’t Chuck yells, “I said put your weapons down!” Oh and then the hands up to “imply that your hands are empty”.
“You boss, Carmichael,” Colt tells Sarah as Case cuffs him. “He’s good.”
Sarah walks over to Chuck. “Do you have the Cipher? Please tell me you have it, we still need it.”
“Of course I have it,” Chuck says, pulling it out of his pocket. “It’s me.”
Casey grabs it on his way out.
~*~*~
“Ahem. Major Casey.”
Casey accidently snaps of a branch of his bonsai tree.
“I hope I wasn’t interrupting,” The General says from the computer.
Casey tries not to glare at her as he picks up the fallen branch. She tells him that the new Intersect is on its way. His mission is still the same. Chuck is to be eliminated.
Casey sighs.
The General is sure she didn’t hear right. “What was that Casey?”
“Nothing General.”
She reaches to terminate the signal, and Casey can’t stand it. “It’s just—“ The Major stops to listen. “Chuck served his country with honor. Maybe he even has potential as an analyst for the organization.”
She starts to tell him she understands, but his other boss cuts in. Can Casey extract the secrets from Chuck’s brain? Keep him safe from torture and kidnapping?
No…
“Then it’s clear. Chuck Bartowski has served his country with honor, now he’ll die with honor to protect it.”
The screen goes black. Casey continues to stares at it.
~*~*~
Back at Chuck and Ellie’s apartment, she asks him if he’s sure he can handle it. Yeah he’s pretty sure he can handle making a meal for Sarah. He’s making the one dish their dad taught him how to make.
“But Dad couldn’t cook either,” Ellie answers.
Captain Awesome is ready to go out to eat and Ellie gets her purse. Chuck tells them he’s thinking about going backpacking through Europe.
Sarah: That sounds—
Captain Awesome: Awesome. Remind me to tell you about Amsterdam my man. *laughs, then sees Ellie’s face* Lovely city, a lot of canals…
Sarah tells him it’s a great idea and they both wish him luck and head out.
~*~*~
The Cipher is being put into place in the new intersect computer…
Chuck sets the table…
Men in black suits surround the computer in the white room…
Casey sneaks in Chuck’s open window…
Chuck plates the food…
The Boss types in the password…
Chuck uncorks the wine…
Casey lifts his gun, sneaking through the hallway…
Intersect initializing…
Black sun glasses on…
Black sunglasses off…
Lights out in the white room…
The Cipher starts to spin as the room fills with images on the walls, floor, and ceiling…
Chuck samples the wine…
Casey raises his weapon…
The Cipher spins more images on screens…Initializing…FULCRUM THANKS YOU.
BOOM!!! The entire intersect room explodes in a huge fireball!!
Casey spots Chuck setting the table and slides back behind the wall. Chuck practices talking to Sarah and asking her about what she thinks about backpacking across Europe.
*ding dong*
“Hey Sarah.”
“Chuck…”
“What is it?”
“We have to call off the date, The Intersect was destroyed.”
Casey leans closer to hear.
“What?” Chuck asks. “But the Cipher…”
“It was a Trojan Horse, a sabotage device. The moment it came online, it exploded.”
Casey quickly backs out of the room.
“But that means…”
“You’re still the only Intersect,” Sarah says sadly. “I’m sorry.”
~*~*~
At the Buy More, turns out Lester’s the new Assistant Manager. He warns “Charles” that he hasn’t got any compliments about him, which in his book is the same as getting complaints. So work on that, huh Chuck? Lester and his slick-backed hair walk off.
Morgan joins his friends behind the Nerd Herd kiosk.
“How’s it goin’ Chuck?”
That’s a great question. Chuck tells him that he’s just had a vision. “A vision of the rest of my life and you know what? It takes place in the same outfit, behind the same desk, in the same store.”
Morgan’s got it. “Talk to Dr. Morgan. It’s safe, go ahead.”
Chuck just never thought he’d be stuck here in Burbank, he thought maybe…
“Glendale?”
They both laugh. Morgan tells him, “In all honesty, I’ve always thought you were destined for great things. Whatever you want to do? You can do, alright? Senator, President, Emperor of the Known Universe.” Chuck can’t help but smile. “Whatever you want to do, you understand?”
Chuck laughs sadly. Yeah…
“But,” Morgan adds, getting up. “Before you go running off to change the world, I think that I should tell you that I’m currently on my way to securing 45 Twinkies.” And by that, he means 45 BAGS of Twinkies.
Why? “Because Jeff said that he would eat all of them in under three minutes.” Chuck considers this as Morgan points out that Jeff thinks he agreed to 45, but technically he agreed to 90.
Chuck gets up. “90?”
“Yeah.”
“Nobody can eat 90 Twinkies.”
“That’s what I said dude. He may die!” Morgan says excitedly. “Or, at least do some extreme damage to several major organs.”
“This I have to see,” Chuck says, still trying to contemplate this amazing feat. He jumps over the Nerd Heard counter and Casey walks by.
“Good to see ya Bartowski.”
“Hey! Casey,” Chuck calls. “90 Twinkies in three minutes, be there.”
Casey blows it off until Morgan shouts, “Jeff might die!”
Okay, Casey’s in. He runs after Chuck and Morgan.
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LoL! Great way to start the season! I forgot how much I like this show, it’s the perfect blend of Geekiness and spies. What more could I want? I love the relationship Chuck has with every character, especially Morgan and Casey. Those guys are all hilarious! If you haven’t yet checked out Chuck, I suggest you start now because there’s still lots of time to catch up! Great work guys, can’t wait for next week!
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Chuck is being hung upside-down out of a window by one man. “Before you do anything rash, I think you should know I have the cipher!”
“Hand it over right now.”
“Don’t you think we should discuss terms first?” he shouts nervously, and the guy grabs him and pulls him up. Chuck is now standing on the ledge high above the busy street. The only thing keeping him from falling is the man’s grip.
“Now. Who are you”
“You know, you probably wouldn’t believe me,” Chuck hastily replies. The man loosens his grip on Chuck’s tie. “Ahh! Oh!”
“Last chance. Who are you?”
“Chuck.”
“Okay…now tell me everything, Chuck.”
Chuck’s eyes widen, and suddenly the picture freezes as Chuck continues in a voice-over: There is no way he is going to believe me, and I don’t blame him.” He goes on to quickly explain his background, how he’s the secret intersect an all, and oh yeah. “Of course, I can’t tell this guy that!”
The guy loosens his grip and Chuck rushes to explain, “Okay, okay! I kinda, sort of work for the CIA and the NSA on my off hours when I’m not working on the store—this is kind of a second job for me—and though I don’t look it being lanky of build, you should know that I’m probably, the most important intelligence asset—“ he pauses to catches his breath and nervously look down. “In the world.”
The guy just stares at him a second, then answers, “That is the single, dumbest story I’ve ever heard.”
“That very well may be, but,” Chuck warns, “If you drop me, there are a couple of people who are going to be very very upset.”
*Cue shotgun blast and door busting open*
Chuck’s voice-over continues: Meet Sarah and Casey. They’re here to protect me. *flashback scenes of Sarah* That’s Sarah. She’s here to protect me. *Sarah punching out the bad guys in her undercover outfit* Believe me. I know. *Cut to Casey* That’s Casey. He works for the NSA. He’s not as pretty.
“Let the geek go!” Casey yells, gun aimed at the bad guy.
“Wait!” Sarah quickly yells. “Not out the window.”
Casey shoots her a look. “Aren’t we picky.”
The guy glances at them, then tosses Chuck across the room, who yells until Casey catches him and drops him to a nearby couch.
Chuck: *scared and out of breath* Nice hands Casey.
The bad guy jumps out the window and Casey runs to watch him slide down a cable and run away.
Sarah: Why didn’t you stay in the car?
Chuck: You know what? It’s never safe in the car!
Casey turns around. “Well did you get it?” Chuck doesn’t answer. “Tell me you got it.”
Still slightly out of breath and shell-shocked from his near-death experience, Chuck just raises the cipher. “Yeah I got it! Of course I got it, it’s me.”
Casey snatches it out of his hand and walks out and Chuck falls back against the couch. Sarah gives him a smile and heads after Casey.
~*~*~
“Excellent work Sarah, Casey,” their boss tells them over the video conference.
Sarah asks, “What exactly is the cipher?” and why would mercenaries break in and steal only that? The general tells her that the cipher is “the artificial brain for the new intersect computer.”
Chuck suddenly sits up in alarm. Uh, if that’s the new intersect, what happens to the old one? As in Chuck? Casey sneaks a sideways look at him as his bosses tell Chuck that tomorrow the new computer will be online and “Operation Bartowski officially comes to an end.” No more briefings, no more missions, no more spies. “Enjoy the rest of your life Chuck.”
~*~*~
As Chuck and Sarah walk through the courtyard back to Chuck’s apartment, Sarah asks him what he’s going to now that he’s got his life back.
He doesn’t really know. He was starting to think he was going to be followed around by Casey and Sarah for the rest of his life. “Or whatever the adult version of ‘forever’ is.” He doesn’t really think he’s cut out for this whole, “disarm a bomb, steal a diamond, and then jump off a building” type of job.
Sarah: Well you could have fooled me.
Chuck: That’s very kind of you to say, but I’m pretty sure my girlish screams in the face of danger give me away.
Haha. So what happens now? Well, he’s always got the Buy More. As Chuck’s thinking about this, Sarah tries not to smile and asks if she can tell him something. Sure. She’s seen what he can do. “Anything you wanted you could have.”
Chuck considers her words and a slow grin spreads across his face. Hmmm…
~*~*~
In his apartment, Casey’s checking out the cipher under a magnifying glass. His computer blinks on.
“Thought you might call.”
The General asks him if he understands the situation, and he says that he does. “We can’t have another Intersect wandering around Los Angeles getting into trouble.”
“General, Chuck may be a novice spy,” Casey answers, leaning toward the computer. “But the results speak for themselves. Surely we can find another exit strategy.”
“You have your orders, Major,” she tells him, leaning into the camera herself. “Tomorrow night, eliminated Chuck Bartowski.”
With that she terminates the video feed.
Casey pulls out and cocks his gun. “I used to like the sound of that.”
~*~*~
7:00 AM
Chuck wakes up with a smile and turns up the music. He dances a he grabs his Buy More uniform off the closet door. He tosses it on the bed, then jumps up and bounces around himself. It’s a new day and his days as secret spy intersect are almost over! Yay!
Chuck dances into the bathroom to the tune of “it’s hip to be square”, and frowns at the foggy mirror. He wipes it clear and “Ahhhh!”
“Ahhh!”
“Mornin’ Chuck!”
Chuck stares at the reflection of his sister hiding behind Captain Awesome in the shower. Chuck slaps his hands over his eyes. “My eyes! My eyes!” He runs out. “Oh I’m blind! I’M BLIND!”
Ellie buries her head in her fiancé’s shoulder as Captain Awesome just frowns.
Okay, so maybe not such an awesomely good day after all. LoL
~*~*~
Chuck stares straight ahead as Captain Awesome takes another bite of cereal. Ellie stares at the ceiling. No one talks.
Finally, Chuck can’t stand it. “Okay, first of all, congratulations Devon on the, the what, you know, whatever God gave you there.” Devon grins and takes and picks up his mug. “Second of all, the door was not locked so I’m not a complete pervert. And third of all, this is just another reminder of why I need my own place.”
Ellie assures him that there’s no rush, they like having him there. He tells them her he’s been thinking about his life lately and how he shouldn’t be working at the Buy More, but “should have a real job with a real future.”
Ellie’s eyes widen in surprise. “What happened?”
Nothing, just, you know how sometimes you just meet someone and they “Flip you on your head just to shake things up a bit?”
Captain Awesome slaps Chuck on the shoulder. “You’re talking about a Mr. Tony Robbins.”
Chuck: “So close, and yet so far away.”
He checks his watch. He’s gotta go. Ellie jumps up from the table, whoa whoa, wait a second. “Talk to me, Chuck. I need to know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.”
No, no, he assures her. “It’s not a Tony Robbins cult thing, I want this!”
“Okay great! Then I’m really happy for you.” Ellie stands in front of him a second, then admits, “I’m like, super excited right now and I’m trying to keep it in, so—”
“Of course.” He understands. It’s probably healthier that way.
“I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m so proud of you!” Unable to hide her excitement, Ellie grabs her brother in a hug. Chuck laughs and hugs her back. “Okay I love you, see you!”
Ellie grins like a proud parent as she watches her little brother leave.
~*~*~
Chuck walks into the Buy More, taking his time looking around at his life in a new light. Suddenly Morgan with a whispered, “Hey! Come here, come here.” What’s up?
Morgan unrolls a complicated “Call of Duty” game plan. He doesn’t want the “Large Mart Goons” to see it, but here’s what he’s thinking: “23 infantry troopers, 16 snipers, 7 heavy gunners, 4 demolitions experts, and enough ammunition to orbit Arnold Schwarzenegger, 50 gamers, one call all ready for battle.” With this plan, he’s pretty sure they can beat ‘em.
Chuck: Morgan you are my new hero.
Morgan: I know, I know.
Oh, Big Mike was looking for him. Right, but first Chuck has to track down Casey to, well, tell him thank you and just “That I’m gonna miss you man.” He thanks Casey for always being there to catch him when he fell...”Which sounds horribly cheesy now that I’m saying it.”
“Really,” Casey replies. “Forget it.”
Casey rushes off as Big Mike suddenly appears, snapping, “Bartowski!”
~*~*~
Chuck sits across from Big Mike at his desk. Big Mike doesn’t want to interview his employees for the assistant manager position because “They scare me.” Right…So what’s Chuck say? Doesn’t he want the job? Chuck stares at him in total surprise.
~*~*~
“Da, da, da, da, da, DA! All hail the once and future Assistant Manager Chuck Bartowski.” Morgan claps, assuring everyone that as Chuck’s lieutenant he’ll make sure to “institute policies we’ve always wanted, right team?”
Everyone gives him an unenthusiastic, “Riiight…”
Chuck informs his best friend that he didn’t take the job, and Morgan’s face falls. What?! Why oh why not? As his punishment he’ll have to interview everyone else for the job. Chuck tells Morgan that he’s not completely convinced that the Buy More is where he wants to work the rest of his life, and Morgan answers, “Got it. Where would we work then?”
“We…” Chuck tries politely as Morgan shakes his head impatiently (uh-huh, uh-huh?) “I don’t know, wherever.”
Morgan decides that it makes since. After all, if would make since if he was going to pick someone over him it would be “her”. Her?
~*~*~
Chuck walks next door and confesses to Sarah that he misses the Weinerlicious. The building has now turned into an ice cream place.
Sarah: My clothes smelled like sausage.
Chuck: Nostalgia completely gone.
Sarah asks what’s up, and Chuck pauses a second, then finally asks, “You want to go on a date sometimes?” One without aliases and spy gear?
After reminding him that she’s still a CIA agent and that there are a hundred reasons she shouldn’t, he argues that in a week she’ll be off in a knife-fight some foreign country, and she’ll wish she had one more nice fun night with him. After thinking this over a second, Sarah finally agrees.
Wow, really? Really. Okay then, tonight. Their first real date. Or second first date, whatever. He promises no gunfight.
~*~*~
*Insert Chuck, Sarah, and Casey getting ready montage. Chuck changing his shirt, Sarah brushing on makeup, Casey getting out his gun, Chuck changing his shirt, Sarah putting on her dress, Casey shooting a picture of Bin Laden, Chuck changing his shirt, Casey’s shooting target changes to Hitler, Sarah exits her bathroom and stares at her gun, Casey’s picture turns to Ronald Reagan, he winks at it, Chuck finally decides on the black button-down, Casey’s target changes to Chuck. He fires and
Misses?! Uh-oh. Seems Casey’s conscious really doesn’t want to do this after all.*Chuck gets ready to head out for his date, pausing in the living room to tell his sister where he’s going. Ellie turns to her future husband. “Recognize the sound of a proper date when you hear it?”
“The tanks empty, babe.”
So, has Chuck thought about what he wants to do with his life?
Ellie: And if you say pilot the Millennium Falcon, I will hit you.
Chuck: I, why—why would I say that, that’s absurd? I’m gonna be a ninja assassin.
Ellie: No. Try again.
Chuck: Uhhh…an Olympic—
Ellie: Uh-uh.
Chuck thinks a moment longer, then finally says, “Secret Agent.”
“This is what happens when you sit in front of the television too long,” his sister answers with a smile. Seriously, what’s he going to do? He doesn’t know, but he does want to finish college, travel, “Learn an obscure language that only really cool people know.” But, oddly enough, none of his dreams involves working at the Buy More another week.
“Well look who’s growing up.”
The doorbell rings, and it’s Morgan. He knows Chuck has a date, he’s just wondering if he wants to go over a few quick Call of Duty maneuvers. Chuck’s eyes widen and his sister warns, “Chuck…”
“Baby steps, sis,” he says quickly. “Baby steps.”
~*~*~
Casey’s doorbell rings. He scans the messenger for weapons, and when there isn’t one, he opens the door and asks for the verification code. “Morning Glory.” Casey hands off the cipher, then asks, “Where’s your backup?”
In answer, the guy lifts his hand and sprays Casey with a gas that makes him fall to his knees coughing.
The messenger heads out, opening his phone and telling the man waiting in the car (who just so happens to be the same man who tried to steal the cipher before), “It’s done. I’ve got the cipher.” Good, the man in the car tells him to “go to the second location. We have two more targets.” He pulls out a picture of Chuck and Sarah.
~*~*~
*knock knock*
Chuck: Ready to go?
Sarah: Yeah.
The door closes, leaving the camera to close in on Sarah’s gun…left behind.
~*~*~
Sarah is impressed with the Chinese restaurant Chuck’s picked. Where did he hear about it? Morgan. “The man has a black belt in dumplings. I trust any recommendations he gives me on food items less than ten dollars.”
“So our first date is a Morgan recommendation?”
“Wow, no faith in the little bearded man, okay,” Chuck answers in the same teasing tone. “I think you should know that he’s always been supportive of our fake relationship. And, he’s never found it remotely unbelievable that a guy like me could be dating a--” Chuck clears his throat and Sarah takes another bite. “You know.”
“What?”
“Uh, you know, you.”
“What about me?”
Chuck laughs. “You’re really gonna make me say it aren’t you?”
Sarah merely waits.
“Okay, we’ll play it your way.” Chuck looks at her. “A girl like you. Or more appropriately, a woman like you.” He thinks she’s smart, and cool, and extremely beautiful and “you can stop me any time with the compliments anytime”. No, she thinks they’re very “Sweet.”
Chuck: Sweet. Golly gee thanks for makin’ me feel like I’m eight.
Sarah chuckles. “Well you’re not so bad yourself.
“Please,” Chuck brushes it off. “I’m fantastic.”
Sarah looks straight at him. “Yeah. You are.”
After a moment, Chuck asks, “What would Casey think if he knew we were doing this right now?”
“It would probably kill him,” Sarah answers with a laugh.
~*~*~
*Cut to: Casey scrambling on the floor, face white, eyes bloodshot, choking for breath*
Casey grabs for a chair, it falls to the floor in no help. He continues on, still choking, covered in blood. He reaches up and grabs a glass frame with a picture of Ronald Reagan in it. “Sorry, Sir!” He smashes out the glass and grabs the hypodermic needle hidden inside.
Pressing a button on his remote, Casey flops over and continues to choke as his lights suddenly come out of the ceiling to reveal a decontamination shower. Water rains down around him and he jabs the syringe into his heart.
~*~*~
Back at the restaurant, Sarah opens her fortune cookie and Chuck asks if it reveals her next mission. “Actually it does.”
“Really?”
No. Plus it doesn’t work that way. They’ll probably put her somewhere undercover as far away from here as possible.
Chuck: What if they didn’t?
Sarah: Chuck, a CIA officer doesn’t get to choose.
He starts to lean forward, reminding her that he still has a lot of secrets I his head…The Lindenberg baby, the formula for new Coke…Sarah is also leaning forward. “What are you saying, Chuck?”
He’s now only inches away from her. “What I’ve always wanted to say Sarah…”
They both start to lean forward and just when they’re almost about to kiss—“No, no, no, no not now!”
Chuck spots a couple across the room and has a flash: A red car with “Finally Married!!” on it, Omer Koray, Male 27, Morocco, Gun Trafficking, Drug Offense.
Chuck grabs the table. “Ohhhhh…”
He spots another woman at a different table. FLASH: A woman with a slashed throat sitting out with the garbage bags, another, a bloody knife, “Offentliche Fahndung nach Natalija ELITA”, a clock.
He’s not even over the rush of that flash, when he spots the waiter and FLASH: Chinese temple, and ID card, an atomic bomb cloud.
Sarah: Chuck, what is it?
Chuck: We’re surrounded.
Everyone starts to get up. Sounds of cocking guns.
Chuck: Sarah, you have your gun, right?
Sarah: Nope.
What? Why not? “You don’t bring a gun on a real date, remember?”
Suddenly the man from the beginning steps up. “Hello again Chuck.” And who is he? Mr. Colt. And why would they want to go with him? Because he’s going for imposing. Go ahead look, is he imposing? Yep, definitely is. He tells them that the guys he works with “give me the heebie jeebies”. Well, when you put it in that context…
Mr. Colt tells them to get up and follow him, but Chuck stalls him as Sarah slowly inches her hands towards the red chopsticks.
Chuck: How much do bad guys normally tip?
Sarah tries to strike, but Colt grips her by the neck. Sarah cries out and Chuck jumps up. “Sarah!”
“Move and she dies!”
Chuck sits back down.
Suddenly Chuck’s watch starts to beep.
Colt: What is that?
Sarah: It’s a homing device.
Chuck: *glancing out the window* Is that a Crown Victoria?
Move! Everyone jumps out of the way as Casey slams his car through the front window. “Hey! Somebody order drive-through?” Get in the car!
Chuck and Sarah dive for the car as Casey spots a ring with a red jewel coming straight for him. Mr. Colt punches Casey and he falls into the car. They speed away in a rain of bullets.
“’Ahhh! Ooohh, oohhh--Somebody order drive-through, huh?!” Chuck all but screams angrily. “Did you think that up while you were rushing over to save us? ‘hey maybe I’ll stay this after I CRASH into the restaurant?!”
All smashed into the front seat, Sarah tells Casey they have to go back to see who they were working for. He argues that there’s too many of them. Chuck is relieved that they at least still have the cipher.
Casey: Yeah, about that…They look at him. “Looks like you’re still the Intersect Chuck.”
Chuck: Sarah…?
Sarah: Don’t worry Chuck, we’ll get it back.
~*~*~
7:00 AM
“Power of love, is a curious thing...” (Anyone else having “Back to the Future” flashbacks?
)Unlike yesterday, Chuck wearily gets out of bed and puts on his Buy More uniform. He walks through the hall, glancing at Devon doing sit-ups on the ceiling. He half-wave to his sister in the kitchen and sits down at the table….At the Buy More, he sits, sadly, head in his hand.
Morgan comes up to tell him he’s got all the resumes together. Chuck’s decided he’s picking Morgan. Whoa, Morgan tells him. He’s got to think about this for a second here. “I have this perfect system for doing as little as possible. It’s a science, really. Doing nothing. Promotion at this point would destroy all my hard work.”
Chuck frowns, thinking this over. “You’re telling me I have no choice?”
Yes, but Morgan will be there for him every step of the interviewing way.
~*~*~
First interview up is Anna. She wants Morgan to leave. Chuck nods to his friend, who sulks out of the room. “I’m just tryin’ to find the right applicant, Buddy,” Chuck calls after him, to which Anna points out that her resume is scented. “Is it?” Chuck smells it. Mmmmm.
“Oh honey, will you close the door?” Anna asks Morgan. He begrudgingly grabs it on his way out. “Thanks sugar!”
“We’re alone.”
“Anna, what exactly are you doing?”
“Relax,” she tells him, her foot sliding toward his under the table. “I like making my boyfriend nervous.”
~*~*~
Next up is Jeff. He hands Chuck an old napkin. Chuck is confused, is this garbage, is he supposed to throw it away or…? No, he opens it and there is Jeff’s “resume” written in red sharpie.
Chuck: You’ve, uh, you’ve been working here since the store opened…
~*~*~
Lester’s turn.
Chuck: Very detailed…very thorough…I’m noticing here that you have a Wikipedia entry—
Lester gives him the ‘you bet I do’ finger point. “Bingo.”
Chuck finishes, “Of yourself.”
Morgan just looks at Chuck as Lester leans forward, clasping his hands together. “I have a certain following…”
~*~*~
Back to Anna. “What do you think he thinks is happening right now.”
Chuck: An interview I hope.
~*~*~
Jeff again.
Chuck: Wow, that’s something that I never *Morgan picks up the napkin marked “FOR CHUCK” with salad tongs and throws it away* ever wanted to know about you.
Jeff: What else can I tell you?
Morgan: Nothing!
No more questions, Morgan warns, “This guy needs professional help.” Jeff tries the same move Anna did with his leg under the table, and Chuck pushes his foot down. “That’s not called for. “ He grabs Jeff’s foot with both hands, adding, “Or welcome. Very unwelcome, actually.”
~*~*~
Lester: I take care of my friends…My *mumbles like the Godfather, then coughs*
Chuck: K, here’s the thing, we’re at the Buy More, and this is not the Mafia.
Lester: Interesting. Interesting…
Suddenly the door bursts open and Casey rushes over to the first aid kit on the wall and slams Morgan aside when he tries to stop him. Chuck notices the strange circular bruise on Casey’s face and has a flash to the ring we saw Mr. Colt wearing. A red star-like gem cut in a circle, within a cross, within a black and gold circle, within another cross, within the circle of the ring. Maps, Mr. Colt…
Uh, okay, good Chuck needs to talk to Casey right now. He quickly thanks Lester and rushes both Morgan and Lester out the door to tell Casey that he flashed on his scar. He knows about Mr. Colt. The scar is in the shape of the secret organization’s emblem. He tells him the exact location of the hidden warehouse.
Chuck’s ready to go rushing in right here and now to take them down, but Casey wants to wait to make sure. He’ll call it in. He puts a bandage on his cheek as Chuck falls to the chair across the table from him.
“Casey, I can’t take this anymore, do you understand what I’m saying? I cannot do this anymore!” Chuck yells. “I almost died twice in the period of one day!” When he looks at his new life, the one where he’s not the Intersect anymore? Yeah, that one looks like it “doesn’t completely suck”.
Casey warns that the future’s not always a good thing; that it doesn’t always work out like you want it to. Chuck squints at him…”What happened to you? You were this close to being done with me and being a real spy again.”
“What? You don’t want me to be here to catch you when you fall?”
No, he’d rather have him “Flying jets and blowing things up.”
Casey stares at him, then gets up. “Wait here.”
Chuck chases after Casey, who pulls out his phone. Morgan stops him to ask how the interviews went, and distracted, Chuck tells Morgan he’s in charge now. Really? Does he really think that’s such a good idea? Huh? Oh yeah, he’ll do fine. Chuck rushes off. Morgan thinks a second. “What is my method?”
~*~*~
Next door, Chuck rushes into the ice cream parlor. What’s going on? They’re going down there right? “Relax”, Sarah tells him, “We’re on it.”
Casey appears from the back, carrying a black bag. When Chuck asks, “What’s back there?” Casey merely taps the counter, “Like the sign says, ‘Yogurt and Fun’.”
Chuck whines, “Let me come along! Remember Charles Carmichael?” Casey reminds him that Charles Carmichael doesn’t exist, and Sarah tells him to stay here. Chuck assures him that things are under control here, he left Morgan in charge…
~*~*~
A mike falls from the ceiling as Morgan calls out, “Welcome to Thunder Dome!” The Buy More employees are surrounding the cage, where Lester and Jeff are ready to bungee fight it out. The small crowd continues banging on the cage as Morgan proclaims, “One of them will be the new assistant manager! The other will be Jeff!” Lester and Jeff bounce around, getting warmed up. “The Fates will decide! BEGIN!”
The fight breaks out.
~*~*~
Chuck walks in wondering where all the employees are. Big Mike calls him to tell them that someone has a computer emergency. He’s gotta go.
~*~*~
The SWAT team bails out of the van and takes the elevator to what looks like an empty underground parking lot.
~*~*~
“Buy More Nerd Heard, hello?” Chuck knocks on the door. “I’m here for the…” Hello Mr. Colt. “…Computer emergency…”
“Hello Chuck.”
~*~*
Casey tells Sarah to call Chuck. He’s got a bad feeling about all this. Sarah pulls out her phone. Nothing. She tries Buy More.
Morgan: Yo?
~*~*~
So, what seems to be the computer emergency? Mr. Colt and his cronies have Surrounded Chuck, and Colt takes off his coat, telling Chuck that they have a problem. He’s seen his face, heard his voice…Colt starts to stretch.
“That’s not a problem!” Chuck hastily corrects. “That’s not a problem at all! I forget things all the time! Just ask my sister! I forgot her birthday, I forget my social security number. Just anything, ask me, I’ll forget it.”
Chuck asks him what he’s doing, and Colt answers, “Stretching.” Why? So he won’t pull a muscle “when I break your neck. Maybe you should get limber too.”
Chuck turns and starts walking towards the window and Colt tells him no one’s coming to help him. “You walked into trap Chuck. If that is your real name.”
Bingo. Chuck’s got an idea. Turning around, he tells them, “My name is Charles Carmichael. I’m a CIA agent and this is my trap.”
Colt just smiles, and Chuck tells him that he’s currently being surrounded by “23 infantry troopers, 16 snipers, 7 heavy gunners, 4 demolitions experts, and enough ammunition to orbit Arnold Schwarzenegger.” Thank you Morgan! “You’re outmatched and you’re out-gunned. Those pea-shooters you’re holding might as well be sharp and strong language.”
Colt nods to his men, who go and check out the windows. “Nothing there boss.”
Chuck spots the Cipher and Colt laughs. Nice try Chuck.
“Of course you don’t see anyone,” Chuck continues to lie. “Who do you think we are, the FBI?”
Chuck tells him he might as well make the smart choice and hand over the Cipher. Colt simply cracks his neck and steps up. “Wait, wait, wait—” Chuck pulls out his phone. “I think you might want to hear this.”
Chuck calls Morgan, who picks up the phone . Sounds of the Buy More cage fighting is in the background as Chuck asks, “Hey Morgan? I’d like you to tell me the exact specs for the team surrounding the compound.”
“The whole shebang?” Morgan has to shout to be heard over the yelling.
“The whole shebang.”
“Yes sir. We have 23 infantry troopers, 16 snipers, 7 heavy gunners, 4 demolitions experts.” Colt and his men look at each other as Morgan continues, “I should tell you we took out one of the sentries, don’t worry it was a head shot, he couldn’t warn his buddies. It was awesome man, you should have seen it! His head exploded like a watermelon!”
“Thanks Morgan.” Chuck quickly ends the call and Colt’s men rush to nervously look out the window.
“They must have got Fritz!”
Chuck tells them they have one more time.
Colt: He’s either lying or he’s crazy. Check everywhere, don’t let anything get past you.
Colt goes to check out the window and Chuck makes a run for it, grabbing the Cipher on the way.
~*~*~
Quite pleased with himself, Chuck tries some awesome spy moves…and falls…gets up and starts to laugh, then turns around and—“Whoa!”
Colt’s standing there blocking his way.
“Don’t move!” Chuck warns, pointing his finger at him. Colt just stares at him. “Please don’t move?”
BAM! Colt shoves Chuck out the glass window. Colt climbs out after him.
~*~*~
Once again finding himself hanging upside down off a tall building, Chuck asks Colt, “What do you do if I give it to you?”
“To be honest, I’m gonna drop you.”
Yeah they need to work on his negotiating skills.
“FREEZE!” Sarah aims her gun at Mr. Colt, who takes one look at her, then Chuck, then decides, “You know what? It ain’t worth it.”
He lets Chuck go.
Sarah: NOOOOOO!
Chuck starts to fall through the air, past the fire escapes stairs and Casey looks up just in time. Grabbing Chuck’s hand, Casey swings him to a lower level. Chuck is more than a little freaked out.
~*~*~
Up on the roof, Colt tells Sarah, “Your boyfriend’s dead, baby, now what’re you gonna do?”
In her pain, Sarah loses her gun to Colt’s kick, but it’s enough to knock her out of her shock. She fights back with a vengeance.
~*~*~
Chuck is still stunned. “You—you—”
“Yeah I catch you with you fall,” Casey interrupts sarcastically. “It’s touching, really.”
“No no, I love you!” Chuck shouts.
“Keep it in your pants Bartowski,” Casey cuts back. “Now get down the stairs.”
Chuck takes off, Casey heads up, and Sarah and Colt still fight it out.
Colt picks her up and drops her…but Sarah’s now about to give up yet. She kicks him down, and Casey shows up with his big gun. “Enough with the foreplay.”
Colt just laughs. He’s gonna want to put that gun down “Because you’re surrounded. Meet the rest of my men.”
Casey glances around. Yep, he’s surrounded.
Suddenly Chuck opens the door. “Excuse me? Excuse me.” He doesn’t mean to interrupt, but he just wanted to introduce his team. The entire SWAT team joins him on the roof.
“Tell me,” Chuck asks. “Do you find them imposing? Go ahead, you can be honest. I was going for imposing.”
Both Sarah and Colt look around in astonishment.
Sarah: Chuck?
Chuck: Carmichael. Agent Carmichael.
He asks Colt and his men to put their weapons down, and when they don’t Chuck yells, “I said put your weapons down!” Oh and then the hands up to “imply that your hands are empty”.
“You boss, Carmichael,” Colt tells Sarah as Case cuffs him. “He’s good.”
Sarah walks over to Chuck. “Do you have the Cipher? Please tell me you have it, we still need it.”
“Of course I have it,” Chuck says, pulling it out of his pocket. “It’s me.”
Casey grabs it on his way out.
~*~*~
“Ahem. Major Casey.”
Casey accidently snaps of a branch of his bonsai tree.
“I hope I wasn’t interrupting,” The General says from the computer.
Casey tries not to glare at her as he picks up the fallen branch. She tells him that the new Intersect is on its way. His mission is still the same. Chuck is to be eliminated.
Casey sighs.
The General is sure she didn’t hear right. “What was that Casey?”
“Nothing General.”
She reaches to terminate the signal, and Casey can’t stand it. “It’s just—“ The Major stops to listen. “Chuck served his country with honor. Maybe he even has potential as an analyst for the organization.”
She starts to tell him she understands, but his other boss cuts in. Can Casey extract the secrets from Chuck’s brain? Keep him safe from torture and kidnapping?
No…
“Then it’s clear. Chuck Bartowski has served his country with honor, now he’ll die with honor to protect it.”
The screen goes black. Casey continues to stares at it.
~*~*~
Back at Chuck and Ellie’s apartment, she asks him if he’s sure he can handle it. Yeah he’s pretty sure he can handle making a meal for Sarah. He’s making the one dish their dad taught him how to make.
“But Dad couldn’t cook either,” Ellie answers.
Captain Awesome is ready to go out to eat and Ellie gets her purse. Chuck tells them he’s thinking about going backpacking through Europe.
Sarah: That sounds—
Captain Awesome: Awesome. Remind me to tell you about Amsterdam my man. *laughs, then sees Ellie’s face* Lovely city, a lot of canals…
Sarah tells him it’s a great idea and they both wish him luck and head out.
~*~*~
The Cipher is being put into place in the new intersect computer…
Chuck sets the table…
Men in black suits surround the computer in the white room…
Casey sneaks in Chuck’s open window…
Chuck plates the food…
The Boss types in the password…
Chuck uncorks the wine…
Casey lifts his gun, sneaking through the hallway…
Intersect initializing…
Black sun glasses on…
Black sunglasses off…
Lights out in the white room…
The Cipher starts to spin as the room fills with images on the walls, floor, and ceiling…
Chuck samples the wine…
Casey raises his weapon…
The Cipher spins more images on screens…Initializing…FULCRUM THANKS YOU.
BOOM!!! The entire intersect room explodes in a huge fireball!!
Casey spots Chuck setting the table and slides back behind the wall. Chuck practices talking to Sarah and asking her about what she thinks about backpacking across Europe.
*ding dong*
“Hey Sarah.”
“Chuck…”
“What is it?”
“We have to call off the date, The Intersect was destroyed.”
Casey leans closer to hear.
“What?” Chuck asks. “But the Cipher…”
“It was a Trojan Horse, a sabotage device. The moment it came online, it exploded.”
Casey quickly backs out of the room.
“But that means…”
“You’re still the only Intersect,” Sarah says sadly. “I’m sorry.”
~*~*~
At the Buy More, turns out Lester’s the new Assistant Manager. He warns “Charles” that he hasn’t got any compliments about him, which in his book is the same as getting complaints. So work on that, huh Chuck? Lester and his slick-backed hair walk off.
Morgan joins his friends behind the Nerd Herd kiosk.
“How’s it goin’ Chuck?”
That’s a great question. Chuck tells him that he’s just had a vision. “A vision of the rest of my life and you know what? It takes place in the same outfit, behind the same desk, in the same store.”
Morgan’s got it. “Talk to Dr. Morgan. It’s safe, go ahead.”
Chuck just never thought he’d be stuck here in Burbank, he thought maybe…
“Glendale?”
They both laugh. Morgan tells him, “In all honesty, I’ve always thought you were destined for great things. Whatever you want to do? You can do, alright? Senator, President, Emperor of the Known Universe.” Chuck can’t help but smile. “Whatever you want to do, you understand?”
Chuck laughs sadly. Yeah…
“But,” Morgan adds, getting up. “Before you go running off to change the world, I think that I should tell you that I’m currently on my way to securing 45 Twinkies.” And by that, he means 45 BAGS of Twinkies.
Why? “Because Jeff said that he would eat all of them in under three minutes.” Chuck considers this as Morgan points out that Jeff thinks he agreed to 45, but technically he agreed to 90.
Chuck gets up. “90?”
“Yeah.”
“Nobody can eat 90 Twinkies.”
“That’s what I said dude. He may die!” Morgan says excitedly. “Or, at least do some extreme damage to several major organs.”
“This I have to see,” Chuck says, still trying to contemplate this amazing feat. He jumps over the Nerd Heard counter and Casey walks by.
“Good to see ya Bartowski.”
“Hey! Casey,” Chuck calls. “90 Twinkies in three minutes, be there.”
Casey blows it off until Morgan shouts, “Jeff might die!”
Okay, Casey’s in. He runs after Chuck and Morgan.
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LoL! Great way to start the season! I forgot how much I like this show, it’s the perfect blend of Geekiness and spies. What more could I want?
I love the relationship Chuck has with every character, especially Morgan and Casey. Those guys are all hilarious! If you haven’t yet checked out Chuck, I suggest you start now because there’s still lots of time to catch up! Great work guys, can’t wait for next week! | 39 |
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