Chuck s04e02 Episode Script

ÿþ1 Hi, I'm Chuck.
Here are a few things you might need to know.
We spared no expense recreating the Buy More.
It's now a full-fledged CIA-NSA substation.
- I'm pregnant.
Ha, ha.
- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Alex, I'm your father.
If Volkoff has any intel on my mom, we need to try and find it.
- Someone's looking for you.
- Who? - Your family.
- Have you told Volkoff anything? - I told him nothing.
- That's good.
Okay, we're a man down.
You step it up while Ellie's out of commission.
Devon, I'm 13 weeks pregnant.
Exactly.
We've already lost 13 weeks.
A lot of decisions need to be made.
Natural or water birth? Ergo or Baby Björn? Spanish or French as a second language? Are we gonna blow it wide open and go Japanese? - Baby's not due for another six months.
- You still have time.
Exactly.
Thank you.
And besides, tomorrow is Chuck's first day back at Buy More.
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- Oh, and Morgan's.
Thank you.
Little acknowledgement goes a long way.
Not that big a deal.
Morgan and I have worked for the Buy More before.
Well, it's still exciting.
And it's safe.
It's safe and exciting.
You tired, babe, huh? I know you haven't been sleeping well.
- Is the baby resting on your spleen? - Okay, you have to relax.
- The baby is the size of a walnut.
- Hey, hey.
Watch your tone.
Eardrums develop in week 12.
Little walnut can hear everything you say.
- What is happening? - I have no idea.
You should be taking some notes.
You could be next.
- Ho, ho! Whoa.
Oh, I don't.
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Sarah would have to unpack first for them to think about starting a family.
Snow pea? Do you think it's weird I haven't unpacked yet? What? No.
No, no, no.
Of course not.
I mean, it's only been eight months.
Right, and, uh, and I've been on missions practically the entire time.
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and I have to go away again soon.
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I get it.
You know I get it.
Don't listen to Morgan.
He doesn't know what he's talking about.
Guy eats cereal with a fork.
So you're okay with it.
You're here.
That's all that matters to me.
Okay? It's not weird at all.
- It's totally weird, right? - Of course it is.
I mean, she won't put one thing in her side of the closet.
Not a thing.
It's like she'd rather be on a mission than back home with me.
Well, it's just when everything seems great, that's usually when you find it, man.
Find.
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Find.
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Find what? The Achilles heel.
Every relationship has one.
A singular problem that can't be overcome.
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even in the greatest romances.
Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde.
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Anakin and Padmé.
Are you saying, then, that Sarah not unpacking is our Achilles Heel? Keep your feelings to yourself, okay? You don't wanna give her reason to bolt.
Chuck Bartowski, please report to the manager's office.
- Duty calls.
Thanks for the talk, buddy.
- Of course.
Roger that.
Gentlemen.
It is on sale? How you guys doing? So, uh, I'm Agent Grimes.
Special Ops.
I know you're all undercover spies, but I'm familiar with the Buy More.
If you have any questions, feel free ask, take a break, we'll.
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We're working.
We don't take breaks.
You're a very tiny man, aren't you? Uh, you looked in a mirror lately? You're, um.
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Just quite impressive, to be honest.
It's really just.
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A physical specimen.
I used to be like that.
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Oh.
Gonna pick.
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I used to do that myself, but I forgot my weight belt.
One of our agents was killed in Milan last night.
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while he was tracking this woman.
Sofia Stefanova.
Hiyo.
Who do we have taking our surveillance pics? Because those are tremendous.
Can you see the way.
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What? No.
No, no, no.
I'm just saying, clearly.
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In a bathing suit? I didn't notice that.
We can all acknowledge that Miss Stefanova is quite fetching.
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- But don't be fooled by her appearance.
We believe she's the executor.
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of Volkoff's most important weapons deals.
Uses her cover as a runway model to travel the world.
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get access to the most powerful people.
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and deliver weapons like this.
Stefanova stole an ammunition clip containing smart bullets.
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from a weapons development facility outside Paris.
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Bartowski.
- Uh, what are smart bullets? Microchip-controlled.
They have a built-in GPS.
The bullet guides itself to the target.
Yeah.
Something a good spy would never need.
You should get some.
That's exactly what I need you to do.
Stefanova plans to sell the weapons at a party during Milan Fashion Week.
I'm sending you two to intercept them.
Colonel Casey.
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after the Yves St.
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you will have to sit this one out.
Stab one guy with a stiletto.
Bartowski, Walker.
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you leave immediately.
Packed and ready to go, general.
Now, there's a woman in love.
Hmm.
No one loves a mission more than Walker.
You be on your guard out there.
Volkoff and his people.
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they're serious.
Yeah, yeah.
No, I, uh, I got it.
But, uh, the closer I get to finding Volkoff, the closer I get to finding my mom.
Well, I won't be able to rescue your ass.
I'll be stuck here.
Stuck here.
Come on, Casey.
You know you like Burbank a little.
Okay, granted.
We'd rather be on the Amalfi Coast or Bora-Bora.
- But don't you feel a bit at home here? - Yeah, I guess.
As much as Darfur.
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or that cave in Afghanistan.
Unh, okay, but then, supposing there was someone.
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Could there be someone.
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who makes you feel even a little more at home? Like Alex.
You see her a lot, right? No.
No? She's your daughter.
Spies don't put down roots.
That's the rule.
Rule.
That's not a rule.
It's a notion or a suggestion or guideline.
It's about that Achilles heel thing.
- Achilles.
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? - Grimes told me.
That pipsqueak will talk to anyone he thinks is listening.
Chuck, beautiful women have a lot of baggage.
You should be happy Walker's is just a suitcase.
Any sign of Sofia? No.
Not yet.
Strapless Versace, huh? Very daring, Agent Walker.
How much Project Runway have you been watching? There she is.
Gotta be in the purse.
Smart bullets? All right.
I got this one.
- Ah.
- Excuse me? Who do you think you are? I'm nobody.
This is nothing.
No, I wasn't trying to do that.
Put my hand on your bottom.
Your hand is still touching my perfection.
So it is.
So sorry.
That was an accident.
Happy accident.
Kind of.
Not really.
Uh, but I'm not a weirdo pervert by any stretch.
- Then what are you doing here? - I'm here with, uh.
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Oh, I see.
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- No harm done.
- You get it? - Not exactly.
- I had a little awkward moment there.
- What happened? Went for the purse, she turned then my hand was very.
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I mean, it was very lightly on her.
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Kind of.
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- Really not that important.
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She's still at the bar.
No.
She's going.
He's taking her purse.
- What? Who is? - The bartender.
She's already made the drop.
Hand it over.
Okay.
Uh, Sarah.
She knew we were coming.
Let's go.
Okay, remain calm.
Remain calm.
Should I throw it? Why did it click? Clicks are bad.
A pressure sensor.
If you let go, it'll explode.
Go, quick, quick, quick.
Quick.
Do what you do.
Ahem.
Sarah, listen.
I can't die without you knowing that I accept you for who you are.
Your unpacking, it doesn't matter to me.
Nothing matters.
I still love you.
You still love me? Sorry, what? What? Did I.
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? Those weren't the best last words, were they? Top three things you can do with a Roomba.
Number three, go.
This new Buy More has changed a lot, and I don't think it's for the better.
- Shut up, Grimes.
- Ha, ha.
Dude, what is up with the Buy More? Everyone is, like, scary efficient.
- Hadn't noticed.
- Hadn't noticed, either.
- Bull's-eye.
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Twenty-five feet.
I can do better.
Okay.
Tell me not everyone in here is a spy.
Chuck promised Ellie he's not working for the CIA anymore.
I'm worried.
She's not sleeping as it is.
If she even thought Chuck was still a spy.
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Bartowski is out.
Buy More is still my cover.
Sadly, that hasn't changed.
I don't know.
Something about this place still seems.
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- Off? - Thirty feet.
That's more like it.
So where is Chuck? We make a great team, you and I.
You are such a day-saver.
I am super proud of you.
I really am.
Proud of us, really.
How well we work together.
Any sign of Sofia? Uh, no.
Are you mad at me? If the weapon wasn't in her purse, she didn't have it with her at the party.
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because that dress didn't conceal much.
I wasn't.
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I wasn't looking.
I wasn't looking, first of all.
It's a very stressful situation.
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watching one's life flash before one's eyes like that.
And at the end of the day, you have to admit, I did say I love you.
- That's what should matter.
- Lf we hadn't have stopped that bomb.
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your last words would've been about my weird unpacking thing.
Sorry.
I should never have done that.
I don't even care.
I don't.
Spies pack light.
I get it.
Yes.
We do pack light.
We have to be prepared for the next mission.
And right now we really need to focus on this mission.
Let's go, Chuck.
Can I help you, Mr.
Grimes? Yes.
I'd like to talk to you.
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about how well things are going here at the Buy More.
Things do seem to be running quite smoothly.
Exactly.
Yeah, uh, that seems to be the problem to me.
It's too right that it's wrong.
And tell me, Mr.
Grimes.
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what do you know about running a CIA base? Nothing.
But I do know how to run a Buy More.
And, with all due respect, general, this is no longer a Buy More.
You have five minutes.
Only need two.
Walk with me.
One of the characteristics of old Buy More was inattention to detail.
For example: Take this generic yet tasty chocolate drink, right? Now, a year ago, this would have sat.
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For about a week until Jeff came and lapped it up off the floor.
Here, this one's fresher.
Enjoy.
My people were trained to be observant and efficient.
It's the CIA way.
Aah, but it's not the Buy More way.
You see? If customers don't have hazardous spills, mislabeled products.
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surly employees to distract them, they may start to enjoy their time.
Let's continue.
I don't wanna be an astronaut anymore, Mommy.
I wanna work at the Buy More.
First you gotta stay in school, little man.
No one should ever, ever want to work here.
You have to look at the big picture.
A pleased customer will wanna stay in the store longer.
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wanna bring his friends, his family, tying up valuable CIA resources.
Not to mention, encouraging them to look a little deeper.
What happens? What happens when they do look a little deeper? Maybe just one customer discovers.
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what's really going on here.
General, look.
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if even I can see through this cover.
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what's an enemy spy gonna think? What do you propose? You look really pretty right now.
Hmm, just saying, with the blood rushing to your head.
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it brings out the color in your cheeks.
Hey.
Spider-Man kiss? No.
Okay.
Maybe later.
Hmm.
Unh, if I could just.
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Here we go.
And down.
I see Sofia stays in the presidential suite.
And they say crime doesn't pay.
- Hmm.
- Hmm? Huh? What? - Uh, it's nothing.
Nothing.
- No, please.
Say it, Chuck.
- It's not a spy thing per se.
- What's not a spy thing? Unpacking.
Not a spy thing.
I mean, not every spy has issue with it, like some spies do, you know.
Clearly, because Sofia felt comfortable enough to settle herself in.
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and it's only a hotel room.
Just thinking out loud.
Hmm.
Thank you for that.
- There's a safe in the corner here.
- Oh, nice.
Good eye.
Everything looks secure here, ma'am.
Miss Sofia, can we have a moment to talk? Just stand guard.
That's what you're here for.
What do we do now? We cant leave without the weapon.
Can you see anything? Are you serious? No, I'm serious.
What, are you kidd.
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? Who do you think I am? If we can't see anything, then she cant see anything either, right? Right.
Okay.
Well.
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l'll get the guard, you get the safe.
- Break.
Miss Sofia.
Don't turn around.
I have something I need to tell you, Miss Sofia.
I love you.
Don't move.
Look at me.
Okay, you should know that I have a girlfriend.
For so many years, I've been your muscle.
But you know, the strongest muscle in my body.
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is my heart.
And now it belongs to you.
- Sorry.
- Ugh! Who do you work for? How'd you find me? I'd love to get into this.
Is it possible to cover yourself with maybe a towel? Ha.
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! Hey.
Hmm.
- Is she naked? - Who? Yes.
Yes, she is.
- Unh! - Chuck, run! Move! - You get the weapon? - You bet.
Stop! - Put some clothes on.
- Whoa.
Mm-hm.
Mm-hm.
Right, understood.
I will put a team on it tomorrow.
Yes.
And thank you for shopping at the Buy More.
Everything going well upstairs? Too well.
Unfortunately, I can't say the same for things down here.
Your work in Milan was excellent.
But we've analyzed the chips you brought back.
They're not functional.
- What do you mean, not functional? - They're fakes.
Sofia was one step ahead of us.
Must've hidden the real chips somewhere else.
Interpol and FSB are looking for her now.
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so all we can do is sit tight until she pops back up on the radar.
Sorry to disturb you, but there's a man from the Better Business Bureau.
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here to bestow the Buy More with an Award for Excellence.
He needs the manager to accept it.
I'll be right there.
We need new blood upstairs.
Hopefully your woolly friend, Mr.
Grimes, will come through.
Wha.
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What? Come through with what? Let's just say he's recruiting.
Day 184.
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still running from the po-po.
Oh, sweet Buy More.
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why and how did we ever burn you? It's been, uh, dark days.
We've been taking gigs at the Whisper Lounge.
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in exchange for scraps of tapas which.
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And we live here now.
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in the wild.
With my van.
Where no one can find us.
It's not all bad.
Expanding my understanding of Universal Mind.
Jeff has a new pet rock named Bruce.
I asked him, "Why Bruce?" He said when he hits it, doesn't bruise.
Why do you bother with these idiots? They may be idiots, but they're my idiots.
Buy More's my home for eight years.
Without Jeff and Lester.
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it would just feel like another electronics store.
Do you ever miss Ace of Base? Always.
Jeffrey, we've been made.
The suicide pills.
Go down like Thelma and Louise.
Like we practiced.
Thelma and/or Louise.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- They're everywhere.
- Wait, wait.
I got this.
- We're not the boys you're looking for.
- Not the boys.
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Cut it out.
Listen to me.
We just came here to give you your jobs back.
- What job? - Your old jobs.
Buy More's been rebuilt.
Nobody thinks that you burned it down.
What? Cars have been following us for months.
How do you know they weren't just driving behind you? Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
You came all this way.
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just to offer us our jobs back? - You're seven minutes from Burbank.
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
I see what's happening here, Jeffrey.
For some unknown reason, they need us.
We have leverage.
It's time to negotiate.
All right, if we take our jobs back.
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we want a raise.
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and perks.
The company car and three kilos.
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Ha-ha-ha! Free biscotti.
I think my water just broke.
Truly one of the most degrading things I've ever done.
You'd rather be on a mission, but your life doesn't have to be missions.
I was talking to Alex.
She hadn't heard from you in a while.
Why are you talking to my daughter? More importantly, why aren't you talking to her? Well, she has her mom, friends.
A whole life, I just don't fit in.
You're not gonna if you don't try.
Hey, Devon.
Need some help? No.
No, no, no.
I'm good.
Just shopping.
But I was in the Buy More.
Everyone there was super attractive and highly skilled.
It was like I work there.
But why would I work in the Buy More? Hmm? Unless I was a spy.
Um, you know Casey and I are still spies and the Buy More is still a cover.
- Chuck has nothing to do with it.
- Exactly.
I'm out, bro.
I know.
I know, man.
I'm sorry I questioned you.
And I know I've been going a little overboard lately.
But it's just really important for Ellie, you know.
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to know that everyone who is here is really here for her now.
- That everything is normal.
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Totally normal.
"Normal.
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Ha.
Not irregular.
Thank you.
All right.
Oh, let me help.
No, babe, I got it.
You don't lift a finger.
- What is all this? - Oh, just, uh, a few sleep machines.
You know, rainforest sounds, white noise, dolphin chatter.
The ushe.
Uh, that's very sweet of you, but you've done so much already.
Look at the apartment.
You have two bassinets.
We have a kitchen full of baby vegan food.
Sweetheart, we are not vegan.
But we could be.
I just wanna know what's really going on here.
We both know that you're not good at letting people help you.
You've practically raised Chuck on your own since your mom.
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This is about my mom? No.
What? - No.
- Devon.
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you are the worst liar in the world.
Just tell me.
Is this about my mom? Yes.
I don't want you to feel anyone or anything missing.
Well, I don't want you to be worried.
I don't feel like anything is missing.
I didn't need my mom when I was a teenager.
I didn't need her in med school and I don't need her now, okay? You and Chuck are the only family that I need.
Okay.
Okay.
So let's make a deal.
I will let you help me, but you have to let me pitch in too.
We're better as a team.
Don't do that.
What? Don't unpack, please.
If you do it now it's only because we were talking about it.
I don't want it because of that.
Do it when you feel comfortable here.
I do feel comfortable here.
It just.
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It doesn't come naturally to me, putting roots down.
I know.
You were always on the run and being a spy doesn't make it easy.
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to make a home anywhere.
I understand.
It's just what you're used to.
But I love you.
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because we're different.
And one dress.
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is not going to make or break us.
One dress.
What? Sofia unpacked everything except for that one sequin dress.
Right.
She put it in a suitcase.
Haven't we seen that dress before? Security cam footage.
Why wear the same dress twice when she has a closet full of options? Because maybe it's not just a dress.
The technology's in the microchip, not the bullet.
- The chips.
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- Hidden in the dress.
- The sequins.
- Fashion Week ends.
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slip the dress through Customs.
- The collections.
She's still in Milan.
Closing night is tomorrow night.
We need to get back there now.
It's a good thing we're already packed.
Sofia is hiding the dress in one of those collections.
It should be in one of the backstage areas.
I'm gonna guess it's that one.
- Those look like our men.
- Think this will work? Absolutely.
Watch me.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
It's a pleasure, pleasure.
My name is Charles Carmichael.
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and I know that's gotta be confusing right now.
Let me explain.
I'm actually the guy that you're looking for.
I'm gonna need the dress behind that door.
- And good night.
- Went better than I thought it would.
What? You don't have any faith in my tranq gloves? Come on.
I'm pretty proud of them.
- Okay, you take that side.
- The right.
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Okay.
Then you go.
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Okay.
- Excuse, me.
- We need to be quick, remember.
Going as fast as I can.
A lot of dresses here.
None of those.
Oh, bingo.
Bingo.
Hey, check it out.
- Found it.
- Good.
Okay.
Whoa.
Hiyo.
I just gotta say, this was a great idea.
I mean, as far as missions, best ever.
Ha, ha.
- Zip.
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Of course, yes.
You hold.
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and I zip: Slip back into this and Bob's your uncle.
- Bra.
- Of course, strapless.
What was I thinking? - Okay.
- Let's go home.
- Shall we? - Try here! Okay.
Slight problem.
Uh, there.
Go.
- Stop! Stop! - Unh.
I love you, Sarah.
Chuck! I think you've got something of mine.
- Drop it.
- Unh! Whoa.
Five on one, five on one.
Yeah, not the greatest odds.
I get it.
I get it.
- You messed things up with Miss Sofia.
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I didn't mess up anything.
You really didn't stand a chance.
She's cold and distant and ris.
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Here we go.
That's no.
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Here, could you hold that just for a second? Thanks.
What I'm looking for.
You slapped me.
Well.
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Agh! Red is a good look for you.
It distracts from your face.
I assure you, general, my cover is still intact.
I know.
The two of you acted quickly and intelligently.
Because of your efforts, we recovered the guidance chips.
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and put one of Volkoff's key sellers behind bars.
Feels good to be back at work.
Feels good to be home.
Hey.
I made you a protein shake with a baby boost, babe.
Thanks, honey.
I'm actually headed out, though.
My husband bought sleep machines in excess the other day.
- I'm headed to Buy More to return them.
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I mean, it was my fault.
I should return them.
I think I can handle it.
Hey.
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we're a team, remember? - Oh, ha, ha.
Mm, right, absolutely.
- Yeah.
Okay.
Well, don't feel like you gotta spend a ton of time there, huh? Ha, ha.
Hurry home.
All right.
- Hey, Devon.
- Dude, the hen has left the nest.
- The hen.
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What? - Ellie is en route to the Buy More.
- Okay.
- Bro, I know you're not a spy.
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but is Ellie gonna believe that when she sees the new Buy More? Electronics, roll left.
Entertainment, right.
Okay.
- I'll get this for you.
Mm-hm.
- Oh, thank you.
Absolutely.
- Is this what you're looking for? - Oh, this is perfect.
EI, hey.
- Hi.
- Welcome to the new Buy More.
Yeah, what.
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You know, it could be the, uh.
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the current corporate restructuring going on.
Everybody is just.
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Yeah, well, the.
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Excuse me.
Sorry.
Uh, the restructuring has actually been restructured.
So although it may appear a bit off.
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I can assure you that Buy More is, well, the Buy More.
Hi.
Can one of you help me? No.
We're on break.
Rumor has it you're pregnant.
- Is there room in that womb for two? - Run along, Jeff.
Let me know.
Some things will never change.
Well, I'm still here to help.
Told you.
Just like normal.
- Mr.
Grimes.
- Diane.
Ahem.
General.
My superiors have been monitoring the Buy More.
And they believe your additions have made for an airtight cover.
I think you have earned this.
Thank you so much.
Yeah.
- What have I earned exactly? - The keys to the Buy More.
Aah.
I'm making you store manager, Mr.
Grimes.
I'm sorry.
I think what you meant to say was Assistant Store Manager.
Don't make me regret this.
I'm manager? I'm manager? Congratulations, Grimes.
- Guys.
- What, Morgan? I'm trying to relax here.
Drinks on me tonight.
- Thank you, buddy.
Thank you.
- Well drinks.
And happy hour.
Same old Morgan.
Wanna come get a drink with us, big guy? No, I have some mission prep I have to take care of.
Uh, Casey.
How's Burbank ever gonna feel like home if you don't give it a chance? Yeah.
The Buy More may be your home, but it's not mine.
Alex.
Hi, it's me.
Dad.
Good to hear your voice too.
I'm mixing it up a bit tonight and we're going sparkling.
It's official.
What's official? Oh, you didn't have.
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.
I wanted to.
I've never had a real home and I wanted this to feel like one.
Let me help you.
What's this? Uh, that's just something that I like to keep in my suitcase.
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at all times.
Whether I'm in Portugal.
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or Russia.
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or Burbank.
This, uh, makes me feel comfortable.
Safe.
Look, I know that it's probably taken me longer than a normal girl.
But you should know that you're my home, Chuck.
You always have been.
- Ooh! - Ha-ha-ha.
What? Nothing.
Nothing.
It's just some.
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Some stupid thing that Morgan said, that's all.
Ahem.
What did he say? You can tell me.
He said just when you think your relationship is perfect.
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then you find your Achilles heel, the thing that's going to destroy it.
You thought ours was the suitcase? It's a stupid theory.
It's nonsense.
It's Morgan, who are we kidding? We don't have an Achilles heel.
We have a real future.
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ahead of us.
Mm.
Maybe Awesome is right.
You know, marriage, a baby.
Who knows, maybe we're next?