Chuck s04e04 Episode Script

ÿþ1 Hi.
I'm Chuck.
Here are a few things to know.
Alejandro Fulgencio Goya, chief military officer of Costa Gravas.
You saved my life.
How can I ever hope to repay you? - Casey.
- Unh! - I'm gonna be laid up for a while.
- Maybe you could meet up with Alex.
Figure out your role in her life.
Why do you have my daughter's number? - Mm? - Hmm.
- I do need to take things slow.
- Super slow.
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- Whoa.
Whoa.
Wow.
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- You're not.
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- No.
Oh, no, no.
This.
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I don't want.
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It was here.
It was on the.
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It was on the ground.
Of course, with the one knee, you assumed.
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But, no, that's not it.
- Well, I'm gonna go talk to.
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- I'm gonna go exercise.
So awkward.
In a world filled with awkward Chuck and Sarah moments.
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comes one moment so awkward, that it won't have.
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Morgan.
Please don't torture me.
Sarah and I haven't spoken one word.
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about what happened.
Though I wasn't proposing.
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l'd like to know if thinking I might have been.
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was, you know, good news or horrible news.
She's acting like nothing ever happened.
I get it.
I get it.
Your woman is a hot mystery.
We both know that.
But I'm actually more interested in this piece of the puzzle.
Now, would you have been happy if she accidentally said yes.
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to your accidental proposal? That's what's on the table.
I mean, I didn't think we were there yet, but maybe.
Well, I tell you what, before there are any proposals, I'll tell you what I know: You both are, without a doubt, crap communicators.
No, no, no.
Precious looks and whimsical little make-ups.
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after big misunderstandings, you guys are fantastic, sure.
But actual, real-live, day-to-day open communication about your feelings.
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I get it.
We could be better communicators.
Fine.
So, what now? - A self-help book? No.
- This isn't just any self-help book.
This is Dr.
Fred's But I can't bring Sarah a book about getting to "I do.
" We just had a talk about how she needs to take it slow, buddy.
Don't show her the book.
But use it as a tool to help you guys talk, man.
We can communicate without the help of a book.
We're not that bad.
You're great.
You don't know whether or not you proposed.
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or if you're happy about it, or if she said yes or no to a proposal.
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or if either of you ever want you to actually ask her for real.
Yeah? Yeah.
You don't need no book.
You're fine.
And when you're older, you and Daddy can work out together.
This is one of Daddy's favorite jams for tri-blasting.
- Devon.
- Yeah? Do you realize that you haven't addressed me in over an hour? Oh.
Sorry, babe.
Hey, I gotta talk to Mommy for a minute, okay? Hello, beautiful.
Hello.
We need to talk.
I am, uh, feeling a little over-babied.
I'm not even four months' pregnant.
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and it's all we talk about.
My hot husband suddenly drives a minivan.
Yeah, an awesome minivan.
Toyota Sienna.
Safest family auto in its class.
I'm just saying that maybe we could get away, go somewhere.
Like, let's take a babymoon.
Oh, babe, I'd love to.
But college is gonna cost over 300 grand by 2028.
- We gotta prioritize.
- The baby's not even here yet.
Can't we just spend these last few months as just us? - You need a break from babyland.
- Yes.
- I am with you, honey.
- Okay.
Okay.
We'll talk later, huh? Good evening, team.
Comandante Juan Pablo Turrini.
Most trusted adviser to Costa Gravan premier Alejandro Goya.
Ah, the generalissimo.
Casey, you're supposed to be in bed recovering.
- Getting some fresh air.
- In an underground bunker.
What's with Turrini? I ran into him when I was trying to kill the generalissimo.
He's the head of Costa Gravan secret police.
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and he's in town unannounced, which is extremely unusual.
I want everyone who wasn't shot recently.
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to stake out the embassy to see if he turns up.
Everyone else should be in bed.
No sign of Costa Gravan activity.
- Sarah? - Yeah? What is it, Chuck? Um.
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- We are crap communicators.
- What? Why are we so afraid to talk about the whole ring thing? I mean, we're in love.
You wear your teeth-bleaching system.
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in front of me.
We should be able to talk, no? - Okay.
Well, um, let's talk about it.
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Okay, well, first of all, you know that that definitely was not a proposal, right? Yes.
Uh, totally.
Of course.
Of course.
"Of course"? I mean, it could've been misconstrued.
Morgan.
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I know, Morgan.
- Gave me this book.
This kind of, you know.
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It's a silly book, full of silly things.
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like questions that you're supposed to ask your partner.
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to help you get talking about the hard-to-talk-about things.
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- Should I read it? No, no, no.
I'll read it.
I'll read it and I'll ask you the questions.
Yeah.
And then we can have a series of emotionally stimulating conversations.
Or at least that's what the back cover says.
Walker, Bartowski, we have new information.
- What is it? - Our satellite picked up.
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Turrini's motorcade.
He's not headed to the embassy.
So then where is he heading? Costa Gravas calls once more.
Devon? Ellie? What's going on? Hey, bro.
Just in time.
Good evening.
I am Comandante Juan Pablo Turrini.
I'm here to deliver a personal message from the generalissimo.
Hola, Devon Woodcomb and the bride.
I've been so wanting to thank you for saving my life.
I think the best way is just to invite you to my little bit of paradise.
Costa Gravas is beautiful at this time of year.
This is my private jet that will fly you here.
Ha, ha.
Private jet? Enjoy my beaches, huh? My jungles.
My palace.
Allow me to drench you both, please, in luxury this very weekend.
Come to Costa Gravas.
Devon.
Babymoon.
Babe, it's not safe.
We can't go.
Come on.
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Sarah, is it safe? Well, actually, Costa Gravas is stable right now.
Actually, Costa Gravas is very stable.
We have peace now.
And Subway sandwich franchises.
Mm.
Come on.
It sounds like the most amazing couple's weekend.
We could go too, you know.
Yeah.
If it would make you feel safer, Sarah could be there, relaxing, talking.
- In a bikini.
- You are both more than welcome.
Plus, you will be staying at the palace.
There is no safer or more luxurious place in all the world.
Prepare for luxury.
Oh.
Ah-ah-ah.
Ah, there you go.
Snuggles, huh? Okay.
- Do you need anything else? - I don't need anything.
Okay.
That's fine.
I understand.
- I'll get it.
I'll get it.
- No, no, no.
Stay.
I will get it.
I'm supposed to be helping you, Casey.
- Morgan.
- Alex.
- Daughter.
- Dad.
You're in a wheelchair.
You said that you were just sick.
Oh, just shot in the leg.
I'm fine.
- Well, I brought you soup.
- Hmm? I didn't know you were gonna be here, Morgan.
- Hmm.
- How did, uh? How'd the pot roast turn out? Um.
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Uh, great.
Yeah.
No, it was perfect.
Thank you for the recipe.
- You two talk often? - No.
No, I wouldn't say often.
Once in a blue moon when we need to discuss meats.
Meat.
Assorted meats.
Potted meat.
Oh, movies.
Good, good, good.
Let's see what we got.
Roman Holiday? Yeah.
Nothing makes me feel better when I'm sick than Princess Audrey.
Stop it.
This is my sick-day movie too.
- Come on, seriously? - Okay, Grimes, you're done.
Go.
Well, I, uh, better be going too.
I gotta get back to work.
- But I will talk to you later.
- That sounds great.
- Bye.
- All right.
- Yes.
Right.
- Grimes.
Give her a five-minute lead, hmm? Of course.
Okay, which one? This one or the leopard print? - Uh, yes.
That.
Both.
All of the above.
- Okay.
So you, uh.
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- You just wanted to go on a vacation? - Exactly.
Yeah.
Turrini's not a threat.
Beckman cleared us for a couple of days off.
We've been so focused on my mom hunt.
It'd be nice if we were just a couple of regular people.
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relaxing on a tropical island.
Working on our communication exercises.
That's what you're excited about? Our communication exercises? Well, there are many ways in which to communicate.
Like that.
Oh.
Welcome.
Welcome.
I'm so glad you've come, huh? Oh, generalissimo.
Thanks for having us.
And the bride.
Look at her.
Ah, mm.
Mm, mm, mm.
Mm.
That's an unmistakable fragrance, ha, ha.
- You're with child.
- Oh, he's good, ha, ha.
There is nothing sweeter than a ripe fruit, no? And may I introduce my wife? The light of Costa Gravas.
The woman behind the man, Señora Hortencia de la Corazón Goya.
I apologize if my husband has charmed away any of your women.
Come.
Tonight, we dance.
So, uh, where were we on the conversations? - Personal time.
- Oh, yes, yes.
Morgan is gonna need at least five hours.
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of my time every week for "Halo" purposes.
And I need 30 minutes of complete silence before sleep.
Which is gonna be a challenge with my cuddling needs.
Okay, how about we do one night cuddle, one night silent thing? Hey, see? These are useful conversations.
Everyone.
Please, ahem.
I would like to present now a gift to my guest of honor.
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Dr.
Devon Woodcomb, for your great service to our country.
Wow.
Did you just flash? Huh? No.
No.
Not now.
We were just starting to get somewhere.
We were talking.
- I was gonna have sangria.
- Chuck.
There's a.
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There's a Soviet-era weapons system down that hallway behind a red door.
We're here for five days.
Why don't we grab it on the way out.
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after rainforest zip-lining? - Chuck, if it's a threat.
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- I know.
But my sister's here.
I can't be spying around her.
What if something happens? Move into position.
Now.
We'll go check it out and we'll come back to the party.
Nobody will know and nobody will get hurt.
Our time is here.
Our beautiful socialist dream has been taken apart by capitalist swine.
But tonight, our voices will be heard.
I'm gonna call Casey about your flash.
He hunted the generalissimo in this palace for a decade.
- He can give us the layout.
- Okay.
Okay.
Well, he, uh, did just get shot in the leg and is resting up.
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so he probably won't be available.
- Casey, what do you need? - A little bored, Casey? Dear God, please give me something to do.
Hey.
I just flashed on some stupid weapons system behind a red door.
I think it's down the northeast hallway.
I know that hall.
When I was hunting the generalissimo.
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in my Angel de la Muerte days, I lived in one of those walls for two weeks.
We really ought to write down all of these crazy stories of yours.
Let me talk to Sarah and we'll call you back.
We have to figure out how to get past the guards.
We need a diversion.
Oh, shucks.
Impossible.
Not gonna happen.
I guess we're just gonna have to save the world after the party.
I only do this once a year, but it's such a special occasion.
Fine.
But I'm bringing my drink.
Look at the abs on this statue.
I think I've put on a little baby weight.
Hey, no baby talk, remember? This weekend, we are just husband and wife on a sexy vacation.
How would you feel about taking a tour of the darker corners of the palacio? Babe, is 9-foot marble me making you a little caliente? Maybe.
Way to go, marble me.
Casey, we're down the staircase.
Head down the hall.
Just follow the stink of commie.
Roger that.
In the meantime, let's keep going with the questions, huh? What are five words you'd use to describe your partner? Start moving everyone into position.
My husband, the pig, and his American friends.
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can roast together.
Brunette.
- Tall.
- Okay.
Yeah.
Good.
Close.
But how about, like, charming, terminally handsome, incredibly intelligent? - Uh, this is the door.
- Here.
Hold this.
Okay, this is the door.
So, what do you think? - Rock 'n' roll.
- This may take a few minutes.
Oh, God.
Ramming happening right now.
What do we do? Any ideas? - Devon, you're so bad.
- How bad am I? - Good Lord.
Get me out of here.
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Oh, uh.
Uh, hi, guys.
- Oh.
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- Hey.
- Chuck.
Hi.
Sorry.
Really sorry.
For me, mostly.
I know what you two were sneaking off to do.
Looks like Costa Gravas makes everyone.
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a little more caliente, ha, ha.
Chuck, what was that? Bring me my husband's head! I want him dead! So not the strongest of marriages.
Chuck, I know you're not a spy anymore, but I need you to do some spy stuff.
Dude, they blew my head off.
- We have to get the generalissimo.
- Oh, my God.
Chuck, the gun.
Chuck.
Sis, you okay? - Uh-huh.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
We're good, man.
- That was awesome, Chuck.
- Good.
Great.
Let's go.
Casey, get us out of here.
If you get to the basement, I can get you out.
- Is there an escape plan? - Of course.
I'm sorry about all this.
My wife and I, we've been fighting a lot lately.
Women, you know? I saved your life.
Now I need you to save us.
Of course.
Come.
Come.
Right this way.
Funny story.
You know, the Angel de la Muerte.
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he hid in these walls for two weeks trying to kill me.
I was in Havana the whole time, ha-ha-ha.
I heard that.
This way.
My plane awaits.
Come on, come on, come on.
I cannot believe that there was a coup on my babymoon.
Chuck, thank God that you were there.
You were so amazing, really.
Seriously, bro.
Thank you.
I just wanted to save the day before Awesome got a chance to.
I am so sorry that I made us go there.
It was so stupid of me.
No, it wasn't stupid.
We do need time away.
That's why, when we go home, we're going to Malibu.
I hear you, hon.
And this babymoon will happen.
Oh.
Just look at them, Sarah.
They're like communication all-stars.
That's all great, but we have a homeless dictator on our hands.
I knew things had cooled over the years between Hortencia and myself.
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but a coup d'état? What is that? We used to finish each other's sentences.
I know, generalissimo.
I know.
The Costa Gravan Embassy in Los Angeles is preparing for your arrival.
Are you crazy? If I cannot trust my wife now, how am I supposed to trust my embassy? Uh, we can arrange a CIA safe house with some guards for the time being.
No.
I know where I will go now.
There's only one person with whom I trust my life now.
John Casey.
- So roomies.
- Wheelchair is not as intimidating.
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as I would hope, but your casa is my casa, hmm? What a freaking disaster.
- Morning, boss.
- Morning, Big Mike.
Oh, Big Mike.
Hey, I could use some advice.
I'm having a little lady trouble.
A son asking his new daddy for love advice.
- Yeah.
- I could well up.
Please don't.
Here's the thing.
I met this girl.
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and there's this wonderful connection and I think she might be it.
Except there's this, like, uh, little detail.
It's Casey's daughter.
Uh, yeah, well, that's not a daddy you want giving you a spanking.
- We agree.
- Well, son.
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you have to decide whether this girl is really it or not, because if she is.
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there is no arm or leg worth as much as the love of a good woman.
The computer is analyzing the photos.
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I took in Costa Gravas.
I'm sorry our vacation didn't work out.
No.
Hey.
Whatever.
I mean, we can still keep having conversations anyway.
I mean, we've got like 87 more to go.
And the next few are about sex.
Chuck, we have a mission.
We don't need to talk about our sex life.
Sarah, there's always gonna be a mission.
It's important that we make time to talk, even about the awkward stuff.
In fact, you know, if it is the awkward thing, Dr.
Fred suggests.
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talking about difficult things to your partner while they sleep.
I'm not gonna talk to you while you're asleep.
This book's ridiculous.
Okay, so it's not perfect, but I do think it's helping us talk.
Dr.
Fred is world renowned, after all.
That's the book? The one covered in wedding rings? Yeah.
I thought we talked about this.
- I thought we were gonna take it slow.
- I know we did.
And we are going to take it slow.
It's just.
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You know, someday, maybe we could talk about that.
And it takes a long time to have 101 conversations.
Why do we have to talk and push and change things? Why can't we just be? - Uh, Sarah.
- Everything is great.
What if we do "I do," and it changes us? - It's nuclear.
- Everything we love about us.
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could be destroyed.
- No, not us.
The weapon.
It's a nuclear control panel.
The Costa Gravans have nukes.
- Costa Gravas is nuclear? - All right, yes, ha, ha.
I have a nuclear weapons control panel in my basement.
- This is such ugliness.
- How does it work? There are nuclear missiles at sites throughout the Costa Gravan jungle.
They're all aimed at different cities, mostly American.
Look, it takes two keys, okay? Two keys to use the system.
One of them is right here.
It's around my neck.
See? Generalissimo, you have one key.
Where is the other one? This is so embarrassing, you know? I gave it away years ago.
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to the person I trusted the most.
Okay? My wife.
The woman who has just taken over your country? You have questioned the generalissimo enough for one night.
He lost his country and his love today.
He must rest.
All right.
Colonel Casey, watch the generalissimo closely.
We'll speak more in the morning.
Walker and Bartowski, private line.
You are going back to Costa Gravas.
We can't have a rogue leader.
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with nuclear capabilities.
Meet with Colonel Casey about the layout of the palace.
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and leave first thing in the morning.
Yes, ma'am.
Isn't life funny, Colonel Casey? That I would be here, guarded by the Angel of Death.
Forgive me.
The Angel of Life.
That I would be here and wondering, "Where will I go next?" I gotta be honest, this isn't how I thought it'd end up for you.
Why? Well, I wrote a report back in '91.
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theorizing you'd be taken down by someone else altogether.
Someone whose politics would never move to the center as have yours.
Someone who could never take his eyes off your wife.
Move around behind me, generalissimo.
Do not make me shoot a man in a wheelchair.
Better? Generalissimo, you're coming with me.
Hortencia and I need your key.
You're not going anywhere, generalissimo.
I think you are.
Cute.
Too bad you didn't bring enough.
Oh, well.
I'm sorry, my friend.
And no harm comes to him.
His blood runs in my veins.
You do not kill him.
I go with you.
Your task is to sneak back into Costa Gravas.
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destroy the control room and find the missiles.
The U.
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Wants the generalissimo back in charge.
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but without nuclear capabilities.
On it.
I know every corner of that godforsaken slime hole.
Colonel Casey, are you certain you're up for a mission? - He seems to be determined.
- I think he is.
Casey, you could've told me.
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that when you said this place was a godforsaken slime hole.
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you were speaking literally.
We're almost at the control room.
We'll place the charges around it.
That way, if we have to, we can obliterate the whole thing.
- Ugh.
What is that smell? - That is the stench of tyranny.
Oh.
Dr.
Fred.
Wow, big fan.
Really just a big fan.
Listen, I met someone recently and it is of life or death importance.
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that I make absolutely certain that she is the one.
Actually, that is the topic of my next book, How to Know.
Two hundred and fifty pages of exercises.
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guiding you through a revolutionary 40-step process.
Forty steps, huh? Yeah.
That's a lot of detail.
You know.
- Life's.
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- Excuse me.
Son, are you going to another man for love advice? Have I not made your mama Bologna sing like the happiest bird in the sky? Probably, sir.
Sure.
Listen, here's the thing.
This guy wrote the book on it, literally.
Boy, when has anyone ever learned anything important from a book? You got to take your woman, kiss her on the lips and see what happens.
If you hear sweet, smooth jams rise up from your soul.
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then that's your answer.
I've never, ever heard smooth jams.
The former head of our people became a puppet for the Americans.
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and was getting fat off our land.
I think I've stayed very fit over the years, actually.
Shut up, Alejandro.
You've ruined seven takes already.
I'm sorry, darling.
I just wish I knew why you're so angry with me.
Why? I have been telling you for years that I was unhappy.
But would you work on it? Would you go see someone with me? Amor, what kind of rebel leader goes to a marriage counselor? It's ridiculous.
Hortencia.
For any who might want to remove the people from office.
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know that we hold the keys.
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to the most powerful weapon in the world.
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and are not afraid to use force.
Darling, maybe you should unbutton one more button.
Shut up! This is exactly the problem! You have to do everything your way! We need to act fast, right now.
Somebody's about to start World War III.
I say we blow the room, let the Costa Gravans start fresh.
We are more or less in the room.
It's better than an accidental nuking.
You're crazy.
We're all about to die.
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over, basically, just one big relationship problem? Move.
Make me shoot you through the head like you shot me through the heart.
Wait, wait, wait.
No shooting.
Ahem, excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.
I know this is a very private moment.
I thought maybe you needed a mediator.
Grab him! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Stop.
Stop.
We're here to help.
How did you get back into my country? - Who are you people working for? - Well, uh, technically, we're with the CIA.
- Shoot them.
- Wait, wait, wait.
No.
Listen.
We are trained to deal with situations just like this.
By the way, you're right about your husband.
Totally right.
Guards, take them to the barracks.
Stop.
- What do you mean? - So glad you asked.
So glad she asked.
Interesting.
Um, this is what I mean.
This is what I mean.
We heard him undermining you when you were just trying to make.
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your little new head-of-state video.
And, you know, getting treated like that for 25 years, who needs it? - Thank you.
- You're welcome.
You're welcome.
But, hey, I just call it like I see it.
Here's the thing, Hortencia.
You two clearly still care about each other.
You could've killed the generalissimo and you haven't done it.
What is happening? Hortencia, shoot these people.
Lead your country.
I bet.
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I bet when you started out, just the two of you crazy kids.
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cuddled up in your tropical cave, dreaming of revolution.
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and having sweet, sweet jungle love, everything was perfect, no? But then we moved into the palace and he changed.
So change ruined things.
But change is unavoidable.
Unavoidable.
Life is full of changes.
Constantly changing.
And the question is, no matter what the changes are.
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is the love still there? Fine.
I'll shoot them.
Today I'm Muerte.
Hey, FYI, lady, this guy used to watch you sleep.
Trust me.
I lived in these walls for two weeks.
Chuck, keep talking.
Talking.
Talking, yes.
We were talking about change.
The fact is, we were partners, comrades.
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and then he stopped listening to me.
- No, no, I listened.
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It was different before when it was just us.
Uh, that.
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That, um, that love that you had in the cave.
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that doesn't have to change.
Will you join me again in leading this country? Will you? I need you just to challenge me, to feed my soul.
We'll get back to who we were.
I know it.
My love never died.
- And you will give me an official role? - You'll be secretary of state.
I love it when you talk politics.
Baby.
What about our plans? Hi.
Hey.
Hey.
I, uh.
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So glad you're here.
Look, I know we've had some flirtation going on.
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and, uh, I've been a bit tentative, right? But I was talking to Dr.
Fred.
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and he has this whole, like, series of exercises that could help.
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- Or we can just go that route.
- Morgan, I like you.
I know that you're freaked out about my dad.
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but I wanna do this.
Do you? Um.
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It's not that I.
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It's not about.
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Just.
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I just, you know.
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I feel like there are steps that people need to take.
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and there are questions that need to be answered.
And the answer.
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If they don't get answered, then.
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Okay, I'm gonna go.
I don't.
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I.
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Oh, screw it.
We've got troops incoming to collect and dismantle the missiles.
And we're almost done in here.
Would you come, my friends, and join the celebration? You know, in Costa Gravas, first we revolution, but then we party.
Did you purchase this system from Volkoff Industries? What? Yeah.
It was part of his underground weapons pipeline.
It was called Project Beacon.
That's what Heather Chandler told us about.
Did any of Volkoff's men ever mention a woman, she was CIA, code name Frost? Yeah.
I never met her.
He kept her tucked away back home.
Some kind of a kept woman.
I got a few Costa Gravan angels downstairs.
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for the man who rescued their country from civil war.
General, do you remember anything else about Volkoff or Frost? I'm gonna give you all my files on my dealings with them.
Just remember, these are dangerous people, okay? You proceed with caution, hmm? These are people you don't wanna find.
Hey.
Back from the babymoon, huh? - How was it? - It was beautiful.
I, uh, was thinking about you a lot, actually.
You were pretty good at that spy stuff, weren't you? - I mean.
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- You just seemed so alive back there.
I don't think I really realized what you were giving up for me.
Ah.
- I didn't really give up all that much.
- Yes, you did.
And it must have been difficult.
And I just wanted to tell you that I'm so glad.
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that you have a life now that we can talk about.
No secrets.
Especially with the baby, and you being the only family, on my side anyways.
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Ellie, I'm looking for Mom.
What? Why? Because I think.
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I think we should know the whole truth about why she left us.
What story can possibly explain leaving your family? I don't know.
I don't know.
But did you ever think that maybe she had to go for some reason? Like some reason that was beyond her control? Chuck.
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I don't know, I don't know.
But what if there isn't another side to the story? What if our mother is exactly who we think she is? Well, then we'll find that out too.
Are you awake? Can you hear me, Chuck? Oh.
I love you, Chuck.
Nothing's ever gonna change that.
And if you asked me for real, then my answer would be yes.