Good year.
Cheers. Cheers.
Chuck, are you feeling okay?
Fine. Good. Great... I'm great.
Great. Why do you ask?
You seem a little nervous.
Me, nervous. No, I'm not...
feel nervous... at all. I don't think, no.
Just, I-you know, just this is a very,
it's an incredibly romantic restaurant.
You know, I'm just taking it all in.
Chuck, you can talk to me.
Is this about your mom? No.
Um, I've realized something.
You know, a-after all the stuff with my mom and Volkoff, and...
I-I realized that, you know, I-I...
haven't really been thinking about us,
you and me.
I've been so wrapped up in all the things
that I couldn't control
that I forgot to focus
on the things that... I could.
Like tonight.
What about tonight?
I know I've kind of been dragging my feet on this,
but I've just been waiting for the right moment
to-to talk about, you know,
what it's going to be like for us and our future.
Chuck, don't even worry about it.
I know that you've got so much going on.
You've had so much happen to you in the last few months.
And besides, I've got such a
bad history with proposals.
No! No, not me.
My, my parents had a nightmare proposal.
I'm-I'm sure it can't have been that bad.
No, it was... bad.
My mother's family had a restaurant.
It was similar to this,
and they loved it, so my dad
wanted to propose there, and...
God! he had the champagne
and the flowers and
the band, and the balloons, and,
I mean, it was chaotic.
It was so over the top.
And in all the confusion,
somebody knocked over a candle,
and it lit the rug on fire.
Luckily my mother and her family
got out with only minor burns.
Minor-minor burns? You-you don't say. Yeah.
So, please, take your time, Chuck.
No rush.
Um, that's an awful story.
I mean, that's-that's really, really awful.
But I'm sure they had a great laugh about it
on their wedding day, right?
No. They took it as a sign,
and they postponed the wedding.
My dad always said
it was the beginning of
the end of their relationship.
What was that noise?
Uh, noise? What noise? Oh, my jaw.
I have a cracking jaw.
Can you hear that? Yeah. It's just...
I thought I told you about that... I mean you're not...
nev... when we were kissing or whatever?
If you'd excuse me, actually, I'm just going to...
be right back.
Morgan,
Morgan, Morgan. Abort!
Damn it! I knew it. Not enough balloons!
Bl-bl-bl... you-you bought the whole store. No!
No balloons, no nothing. The proposal is off.
We can't have it in an Italian restaurant!
Are you, wait, are you kidding me?
What is she on, like a no carb thing?
No. We can't have it in any restaurant, okay?
That's exactly how her parents' nightmare proposal went!
We gotta shut it down. We gotta shut it down now!
I can't shut it down, dude.
What? Why? Wha-What are you talking about?
The champagne, the string quartet, the caballeros.
The caballos? Whatever, man.
It-it's all in motion!
We are in too deep here!
Excuse me. Hey.
Hi. Champagne. Let's go ahead and cancel that.
Sir, the bottle's already open.
Um, who's going to drink it?
I...
This lovely couple. Please, my treat.
Oh no, we don't indulge. Says who?
What?
Get away. Go!
Beckman called.
We've got a mission.
Gosh, that's really a bummer.
I wanted to...
Well, duty's duty, right?
Shoo! Hi-Yo Silver! Take a hike.
Let's take the side exit. It's really scenic.
The balloons!
www.addic7ed.com
Agent Rosenbaum, one of our finest,
was gunned down earlier today while transporting
a nano-chip containing
the secret locations and blueprints
of our CIA Black Sites in Europe.
This is the chip.
The nano-chip can be injected into an agent
if he's in trouble, and then extracted back at Langley.
None of that sounds very pleasant.
Sorry, General.
Some moron was clogging up Ventura Boulevard
with a horse and carriage.
At ease, Colonel.
Agent Rosenbaum's body
was returned to us, yet
our tests show no trace
of the nano-chip's presence.
We believe the chip is somewhere within
this château.
Don't tell me this mission's in France.
Pierre Melville,
a French radical turned terrorist, is also
searching for the nano-chip.
Um... one of Volkoff's men? Not every criminal
works for Alexei Volkoff, Chuck.
Agents Walker, Bartowski...
you will attend the wine tasting gala
at the château tomorrow.
Colonel, you will be posing as
Agent Bartowski's personal manservant.
Hey, um,
I'm sorry about dinner.
No, it's...
it's just... just dinner, you know?
I-I should, uh, go
check in with Morgan. Yeah.
General, I know why Chuck
was asking about Volkoff.
He's concerned for his family and friends.
And I want to make something absolutely clear:
I will do anything in my power
to help bring back Chuck's mother
and to eliminate Volkoff and his organization.
I understand your commitment, Agent Walker,
and I commend it,
but we must wait
for the right opportunity.
Relax, it was just dinner.
Morgan, it's hard enough asking
a super-spy to marry you.
But now I have to propose to a super-spy
with major proposal issues.
Hey, listen, buddy.
We will bounce back. Now, I...
No, no, no. No, no, no. We're not going to bounce back, okay?
Listen, Morgan. What happened with Sarah's parents
became a symbol for everything she's gone through in life.
Now, more than ever, I need the perfect proposal.
And, of course, we have a new mission.
Precisely, amigo.
You are going to a château
in the French countryside.
There's going to be moats and wine
and the woman of your dreams.
What are you proposing?
What am I... ?
Come here.
Sub-mission.
Okay? Your assignment?
To ask Sarah Walker to marry you
in the Loire Valley.
It is known as the Garden
of France. Did you know that? Yeah.
And the best part of this whole crazy idea
is that the CIA is footing the bill!
Morgan, I need to think about
my team and the objective,
not to mention the fact that I'm a horrible multitasker. So, no;
no sub-mission.
All right. I respect that.
And I respectfully disagree.
Okay, we have exhausted all of our
Burbank proposal options, and I think what we need
is a marital miracle here, and I think this is it.
Why is everyone so obsessed with marriage?!
I don't want to talk about it!
You should probably take care of that.
Me? No, no. That's why I have my fixer.
Uh, Michael! Talk to me, Patel.
You seem more angry and unhappy
than usual, which is tough because
you're a curmudgeonly little guy.
I just want to be free, Big Michael.
But my control-freak parents...
have arranged a marriage
for me. Mm. First generation woes. Tough stuff.
It's like they're stuck in the ways of the old country--
with their, with their dated traditions
and their obsolete dietary restrictions.
And I keep telling them...
I live in the United States of America now.
I'm not in Canada anymore.
Y-You mean India, right?
What? No.
No, I'm from Saskatchewan.
The Hinjews of Saskatchewan.
Some believe that we're...
a cult of sorts.
I see. Anyway, they don't get it.
You know, I've embraced America
and its great traditions,
like online dating,
which, FYI, I am killing it.
I've been there. I've had
three dates already... today.
During work?
They come to me, man.
Not great, uh, individually,
but solid fours.
Three fours? That's twelve.
Exactly, man.
No Saskatchewan bride could ever top that.
And the worst part is,
my parents are sending her here.
What the hell am I going to do?
How about the truth,
son? "The truth
shall set you free."
Brilliant.
But let her down easy;
the truth can be harsh. Let's...
let's be kind about this.
Thanks, bud.
The nano-chip emits
an encrypted signal that only
our CIA trackers can detect.
We need to get close enough
to pick up the signal,
recover the nano-chip before
Pierre and his men do.
Check. Let's go. Yep.
Where you going? Where you going? Where you going?
Time for the real mission:
the sub-mission.
No. No, Morg... No, Morgan.
We've talked about this.
Listen to me.
Everything is in place for a...
perfect proposal.
Okay. I've pinpointed
potential proposal locations...
here: balcony overlooking the countryside,
rose garden, quaint stone bridge.
Wh-when you're searching for this nano-whatever,
you can choose whichever location you like.
I don't, I don't care, but watch Sarah, okay?
She'll show you to the spot.
And remember something:
you can do this. Morgan,
I've already told you. No sub-mission.
Good, good, good. Well, at least you keep
an open mind about it, so...
No sign of Pierre yet.
Keep your eyes open.
Right. I'm on it.
Is this place amazing, or what?
It-it-it feels so...
Romantic.
Yeah. I know.
Chuck. Morgan.
You were so right.
This place is magical.
I knew it. I knew it. All right, listen.
You can do this. Which is why
I put the ring in the right pocket,
earpiece in the left pocket,
and then mints in both pockets, all right?
And also, listen,
I will be here at base,
quarterbacking the whole way, all right?
So you are good to go, bro.
This is crazy.
But you're still going to do it, right?
Look sharp, Bartowski.
This nano-chip isn't going to find itself.
I want to be out of this French hellhole, and back
stateside for lunch tomorrow.
Look at these fancy Frogs.
Forget it, buddy.
I'm not going to be able to do
anything with Casey being...
well, Casey.
Chuck, bubelah, come on!
Casey is your manservant.
Let him "manserve" you.
You, there. Jonathan!
Have you unpacked the lady's luggage yet?
Call me Jonathan again, I'll break your leg.
Cover...
Remember your cover...
You are supposed to be searching underground
for the nano-chip pulser;
and I search above ground
for the nano-chip, with all the wine
and cheese.
Oh, one more thing, Jon-Jon.
Could you put my slippers out for tonight?
That'd be very helpful. Thanks so much.
Off you go. Chop-chop.
Yeah.
What was it we were do...
Oh, yes, this is where we were.
We should probably get looking
for the nano-chip, huh?
Yes. Yes, we should.
We're not getting a signal here,
but we can search upstairs.
Shall we?
Still no signal.
Where is this thing?
Wow!
Chuck, look at where we are.
It-it's beautiful.
We're going to have
a sub-mission location confirmation.
Western facing balcony. I'm in.
Yes! I knew you could handle
a mission with a sub-mission.
All right. Let's go.
Bartowski.
Good call in
sending me down to the cellar.
I got a signal on the nano-chip.
Wait. Someone's here.
Hold up. Hold up.
Is everything okay, Casey?
Pierre's down here.
Looks like he's using
the party as a cover, as well.
Sir.
I found this beneath the racks.
Blood.
Excellent year.
It's an '86 Château LeFranc.
He must have injected it
into one of these bottles.
Find me every bottle of that vintage.
The nano-chip is in a bottle of
'86 Château LeFranc.
The signal's getting weaker.
The bottle's on the move.
Okay, Casey. We're on our way.
Someone is here.
No one leaves this room alive.
You told Casey
to go to the cellar, right?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
W-W-W-Wait, wait, wait.
I'm picking up a signal.
The bottle's outside.
Okay. You get the wine:
I'll get Casey.
How's it going buddy?
What is the sub-mission status?
On hold, buddy. I'm busy chasing
a priceless '86 Château LeFranc.
Morgan, Morgan. Flag on the play. I've lost it.
I've lost the bottle. Right.
Chuck. The '86 Château
LeFranc is a peppery Pinot
with a stable on the label,
and a stork on the cork. Copy that.
Um, um, wh-wh-wh,
it was, it was a peppery Pinot, right?
A peppery Pinot with a cork on the stork
and a label on the stable.
No, it's a...
a stable on the label and a cork on the stork.
Dude, it's... No, it's not.
What did you just say?
Casey,
I'm outside the cellar door.
This place is crawling
with French bad guys.
Ugh! It's so bright.
Oh... God, I'm...
Oh, God.
I'm so sorry. I've, um...
I'm... I'm just a little bit lost.
I've had just a bit too much...
wine.
I'm so embarrassed. I just...
I-I broke my heel, and my...
my ankle, it just...
kind of really hurts
right now. Mm.
Can't stand this country.
Stable on the label and a stork on the cork.
Ho.
Gotcha.
It's a fine vintage, isn't it?
It's... peppery.
Well-structured for aging.
Lots of tannins. Chuck.
Casey's okay. Do you have the bottle?
Uh... I'm in a wine tasting, right now.
The nano-chip has been poured into somebody's glass.
Okay, just find the right glass. I'm on my way up.
Fine. Yes. Got it. I'm all,
I'm all over it. I'll meet you on the balcony.
Looks like Pierre's MIA.
Come on.
Sir! Hi. Sir, hi.
Excuse me. Um...
I'm terribly sorry, but I believe
there's been a mix-up downstairs,
and you've received
the wrong glass of wine.
That's actually the Burgundy from Bordeaux
with the coil on the foil,
and the fork on the cork. What?
That does not make sense.
They are both regions.
This...
is the peppery Pinot
with the stable on the label
and the stork on the cork.
In fact...
I have been waiting to taste
this exact bottle
for two decades.
I didn't want to have to tell you this,
but there is something in...
your wine... there.
Yes...
There is something in the wine.
200 years of French history!
The blood and sweat of my ancestors!
The pride of lords and peasants alike!
You, sir...
wouldn't know the difference
between this...
and a glass of
Two-Buck Chuck. First of all,
I happen to like Two-Buck Chuck.
Great bang for your buck.
Second of all,
you are danger close to
becoming a walking cliché, sir. Good-bye.
My Pinot!
Stop!
Give me the glass of wine.
You mean this glass of wine?
What's happening? Talk to me, goose.
Mission accomplished. I've got the nano-chip.
Sub-mission on?
Sub-mission is so on.
Yes. Fantastic.
FYI, sunset is in...
three minutes, okay?
And everyone looks good
at golden hour-- everyone.
Where's Casey?
Getting the car. Is that the nano-chip?
One peppery Pinot...
with a hint of nano-chip in the finish.
Good work, Chuck.
Oh, look at that.
Just in time for sunset.
It's amazing, isn't it?
It's perfect.
Good.
There's, uh...
There's something I've wanted to...
Chuck, Sarah, move it!
That's our ride. Let's go.
Huh.
C'est la vie.
General Beckman.
I have decided to debrief the team in person.
The CIA has analyzed the nano-chip.
The secret locations and blueprints
of our European Black Sites are now safe.
But your mission isn't over.
You're going back to France.
Not again.
Not you, Colonel.
A couple in love are more believable turncoats.
Agents Walker, Bartowski,
using back channels, we have contacted Pierre Melville.
He now believes you are rogue CIA agents
who want to sell the chip back to him.
So Pierre believes we're traitors.
But how does that help us, General?
You're going to sell him a different chip.
Spot on, Colonel.
The chip suspended in this liquid
is a long-range tracking beacon.
Return to the château.
Swap cases with Pierre.
Then our Paris office will track him to whatever hole
he's hiding in and root out the entire terrorist cell.
Is that clear?
Yes, ma'am.
Good, because you leave tonight.
Agent Walker, a word.
I want you to be the one to make this drop.
This operation is highly sensitive.
It must go smoothly.
Of course, General.
Dismissed.
All right, stick to the plan.
Jinsana should be here any minute.
Damn.
Lester Patel, you lucky little Canadian.
Oh, my God. She's a 12.
It's the stuff of legend: a flawless Hinjew specimen.
I want her as my own, Jeffrey.
Change of plans. Marriage is on!
Stop Big Mike,
then stall her.
I've got three fat girls to break up with.
You must be Jinsana.
Yes, I am.
Do you know where Lester Patel is?
Look, Jinsana,
I know you've traveled a long way.
But I'm supposed to give you
some bad news.
Hi. Mr. Patel
needs to reschedule.
His calendar has him free in, uh...
a half hour.
Okay.
I guess I'll come back.
Let me... No.
Come on, Chuck. It's okay.
It was so perfect. Everything.
The sunset. The balcony.
But listen, you cannot beat yourself up over this.
All right? You were on a mission.
There were distractions. Things out of your control.
Let's move past that. Let me ask you something.
What is the only thing better than a sunset?
Things going right for a change?
Moonlight.
Okay? Don't give up on me.
You know the perfect spot now, the balcony.
You're going back to the chÃ¢teau with Sarah.
I mean, come on. This is fate.
The proposal's gonna work, dude.
It's lovely to see you again, Jinsana.
Mr. Lester Indira Golda Patel awaits.
This way, please.
Welcome to my domain.
Jinsana Gupta, please come. Sit.
Sit.
Look, Lester, I'm just a normal...
Shh. I accept you.
It is written.
Jeffrey, please,
with the poutine and the Manischewitz.
Lester,
you're obviously much more...
traditional than I am.
And the truth is, this is freaking me out a little bit.
Please, Jinsana. Just-just look.
I...
I am not traditional at all, actually.
Look, this isn't the real me.
All right? Please just-just-just give me a chance to show you
who the real Lester Patel is.
I promise, I make a fantastic...
Third impression.
So, this wasn't really you?
No, no. I was...
I was trying to impress you.
Oh...
That's kind of cute.
Okay.
We can give it another shot. So it is written.
No, no, no, no it's not written,
Jeffrey. Not written.
Maybe we pencil it in.
Hi, Morgan. Oh. Sarah. Man.
We need to have a conversation.
Holy hell, Sarah, you just scared me to death.
I thought you could have been somebody deadly.
I am somebody deadly. Mm-hmm.
And I know everything.
The balcony? The moonlight?
Does that ring a bell?
Okay, these bearded lips are staying shut.
I know nothing.
Chuck is planning on proposing at the chÃ¢teau.
And I want your intel.
Okay. Don't you want to be surprised?
I'm a spy. I hate surprises.
Okay. Uh, you know, Chuck told me
about your parents' proposal.
I'm sorry. It'll be better than that.
Oh, God. I should never have told him that stupid story.
Probably not. Probably not.
But you did, and it's the whole reason
we called off our restaurant proposal.
What? Wait.
Chuck was planning on proposing at the restaurant?
What is wrong with me?
I cannot keep my mouth shut.
No. No. It's good. It's good that you told me.
Look, Sarah,
the whole reason Chuck is doing this proposal
is to wipe the slate clean.
All right? It's, it's all for you.
And it's going to be amazing and it's gonna be romantic
and it's gonna be everything that you want.
Okay.
I am taking control of this operation now.
Morgan,
you will now be working for me.
Okay.
Kind of like a, uh...
like a double agent.
Exactly.
We're going to make sure this proposal happen.
For Chuck's sake.
Yeah. And for mine.
All right, Sarah, we got a couple of French terrorists.
A briefcase full of cash,
and a weird nano-chip thingy.
So, no more terrifying than usual.
Although, you know, if we-- if we get done early,
we could always take a little stroll around the chÃ¢teau.
That does sound lovely, Chuck.
But... listen,
I have this weird feeling about this mission.
I don't know why I just can't shake it.
Something... feels off.
Sarah, it's Morgan.
We're totally on a secure line.
Okay, listen up.
The proposal is a
"go," on the western balcony,
all right? Now, lunar calculations
are complete, and we are banking
on a full moon proposal--
that is a full... moon... proposal.
Copy that, Morgan. Now listen,
if anything goes wrong,
you are to tell me about it immediately.
Of course. Absolutely.
I am on it. You can count on me.
Hey, Morgan. Oh, hold on a second.
I have to scram, because, uh, Chuck is on two.
Hey, Chuck, how are ya?
How's the man? How's the myth? How is the view?
Does Sarah seem jumpy to you?
I mean, do you think she's on to us?
What? No. No... !
Sarah, on to us? Come on buddy, get real.
Keep your head in the game though, all right?
I need your focus, here. And if I can give you
one piece of, sort of like, I don't know, fatherly advice,
I'd just like to tell...
Are you futzing with the ring box right now?
No.
I can hear you futzing with the ring box, Chuck.
If you keep futzing with the ring box,
you're gonna tarnish the sheen.
What's the matter? Are you nervous?
'Cause when you're nervous, you get all sweaty.
And when you get... Relax, okay? Okay, buddy?
I got it. I...
Yeah-ah, I gotta go. I gotta go. We've got company.
Please go smoothly.
It rains in Paris, mon cherie.
But only in the spring.
It's done. That was easy.
What? We're done? We're done?
Seriously? Great! Good. We're done.
Bravo! Excellent work.
Fantastic. Um...
Meet me at our... at our balcony.
And, uh, we'll... we'll celebrate
with a glass of wine.
I'll meet you there.
It's time to come clean.
This girl is about
to meet the real Lester.
And Jeff.
Let's just keep the focus on me, okay, buddy?
Hey, Jinsana, listen...
I am... sorry
that I pretended to be somebody that I'm not.
So, behold...
the real Lester Patel,
uncut, unabridged...
in living color.
Should we go get a drink or something?
Something?
Jeffrey, hit it!
This one's for the lady.
♪ I find I spend my time ♪
♪ Waiting on your call ♪
♪ How can I tell you, babe ♪
♪ My back's against the wall? ♪
Shake out the butterflies. Shake out the butterflies.
Shake 'em out, shake 'em out, shake 'em out.
Sarah!
♪ 'Cause I don't think I can take anymo-oh-oh ♪
♪ Is this love? ♪
I know that you have some issues with proposals
because of what happened with your parents. I...
♪ This is the love ♪
What am I talking about? What am I talking about?
I can't...
I can't mention her parents.
Don't talk... don't talk
about the parents. Don't talk about the parents!
Clean slate. Here we go. Start over.
♪ This must be love ♪
Oh, do I do a knee thing? I probably have to do
Chuck. a knee thing. Which knee do you...
How's it going, buddy?
Morgan, the mission actually went great.
They never go this smoothly-- it's got to be a sign.
Oh, my God. Chuck?
Did you think
I would let you two walk away with my money?
Holy...! Who is that guy?
Dude, are you okay?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, buddy, I'm... I'm fine.
I got my jacket a little dirty, though.
Right.
Tide to Go sticks, left jacket pocket.
Morgan, you are a genius.
All right, Chuck,
you hide the bad guys; I'll check on Sarah.
♪ Is this the love ♪
♪ That I've been searching for? ♪
Lester, that was...
Shh...
I know, baby.
I know.
...the most uncomfortable five minutes of my life.
What?
Wait-wait-wait-wait, I want to get married.
Try the Internet!
Is that the chÃ¢teau security feed?
Maybe.
Well, in case you hadn't heard, the mission's over,
you little elf.
They made the exchange.
Wait a minute.
Are you conducting a sub-mission?
He's gonna pop the question to Walker, isn't he?
How did you know that?
'Cause I'm a spy, not a moron.
You're right--
gonna need all the help he can get.
Sarah?
You just stopped. What's the matter?
I don't know.
I think,
for the first time in my life,
I'm... nervous.
Oh... my God.
Oh, my God.
You have butterflies. She has butterflies. Yeah.
That's completely natural, that it's...
Everybody gets butterflies.
Morgan, I don't get butterflies.
That's not what I'm saying.
What I'm saying is...
that's Chuck Bartowski out on that balcony, okay?
You know, he-he is the...
the best friend
that I've ever had.
No offense.
And listen,
I know you weren't, uh, asking.
And maybe it's a little silly, but, uh...
you have my permission to marry him.
He's all yours. So...
All right, take care of him.
Thank you, Morgan.
Uh-oh.
We have a problem.
No. What are you talking... ?
Sarah just has butterflies... Look, moron.
Look! The ring.
Walker!
Check your six. By your feet.
Bartowski dropped the ring.
Oh, my God. Pick it up.
Pick it up.
Look at the moon, Chuck.
It's perfect.
I've been to so many...
places around the world, but
never been to a place
as beautiful as this.
I have.
Every day.
Every morning I wake up, and I look at you...
when we...
brush our teeth tandem-style.
When we watch TV together.
Whatever, anything, always,
every time I look at you...
It's the most beautiful place I've ever been.
I just, I feel, I feel like I-I
should be James Bond right now, you know?
The-the guy who's standing on this balcony w-with you
right now in this moment, I mean...
I didn't fall in love with James Bond.
I fell in love with you.
Here we go. Here we go.
She is good, huh? Yep, yep.
Sarah, um, um...
I'm-I'm-I'm going to ask you a question right now.
So please don't freak out,
okay?
I won't.
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Going on missions...
and saving the day
and being heroes, but mostly, though,
I just want to be with you.
At your side. Always.
Sarah.
Will you...
Freeze! Don't move! CIA!
W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-what's going on here?!
We're on a mission? What are you doing?
It's legit.
Agent Sarah Walker,
you're under arrest.
For what?! Treason.
What?!
No! No!
Hey!
Wait!
How... how could anyone possibly
think that Sarah's a traitor? I mean, I mean, look,
look at this stuff.
Look at this stuff, Casey.
She was making the drop
because that was our mission. Sit down,
Bartowski, you're making me dizzy.
I was going to propose
to her, Casey.
You know, I proposed once.
To Kathleen.
We had plans to go to Niagara Falls.
I was about to ship out.
But we were young,
and I was stupid,
and things got screwed up,
so I ended up proposing
in a Buffalo bus station.
Not exactly the most romantic spot in the world.
But I'll always have that day.
I'll always have that look on her face.
You know, the truth is, there's no such thing
as a perfect moment or perfect spot.
So...
forget about the balcony, Bartowski.
All you need is the girl.
General, General.
Please, please, please.
Go ahead, Chuck.
You two have some things to discuss.
I don't need a balcony, and I don't need a sunset.
We have each other, and that's all that matters.
Chuck, I'm leaving.
What?
Where are they taking you?
They're not taking me, Chuck. I'm going.
Beckman never thought that I was a traitor.
It was a setup.
The perfect opportunity to...
to establish my cover
as a double agent.
Chuck, we have so much together.
We have...
a real life and a future.
But I need to go back to being the old me,
just... for a little while longer,
if I plan on surviving this.
Surviving what? Where are you going?
I'm going undercover into Volkoff Industries.
No. I'm going to take them down
from the inside. No. No, you're not.
That's exactly how I lost my mom.
That's exactly how you are going to get her back.
Chuck, I'm doing this for you, okay?
I'm doing it for us!
Why does it have to be you?
Chuck, you have to trust me, okay?
For Beckman's plan to work, it has to be me.
I'm sorry.
Agent Walker, it's time.
I love you.
I love you, too, Chuck.
I'm not going to come back without your mom.
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