Elle, you know
that Intersect project that Dad was working on?
I've been trying
to figure it out for weeks. It's in my head.
ELLIE: From what I can piece together from his files,
Dad used this program
to input a new identity into an operative.
But once he went undercover, something went wrong.
The program took over. He became his cover identity.
CHUCK: Agent X is Alexei Volkoff?
I have a company to run and I need leverage to run it.
VICTORIA: And Norseman's the most dangerous weapon in the world.
Rebuild the device as quickly as possible.
That way, no one can touch me... ever.
(door clangs open in distance, footfalls)
Right this way, Miss Volkoff.
Again, I'm sorry it's taken so long to reassemble The Norseman,
but we've finally done it.
I should hope so.
Miss Volkoff's patience has worn very thin.
Whoever's been trying to sabotage the operation
certainly won't find their way down here.
(weapon clicks)
(weapon beeping)
(chuckling)
(weapon beeps loudly, then chirps a few times)
(Riley sighs)
RILEY: Let me, Vivian.
(weapon briefly whirs)
If-if I may ask, who is the first subject going to be?
(weapon clicks, whirs)
Ow!
SCIENTIST: God! Ow!
God! That noise!
(whirring stops) Amazing!
It located the correct DNA.
It works! You know, dear,
you really should try to do some of this dirty work yourself.
You know, the head of Volkoff Industries
needs a public face
that spreads fear... and respect.
Thank you.
I appreciate your guidance.
RILEY: Of course, dear.
After you.
(door slams shut)
(control line zips up, clanks ceiling)
(door bursts open, guns cocking)
I think the proper word right now would be "freeze."
Hello, Riley.
Vivian,
meet the woman who betrayed... your father
for 20 years.
Frost, welcome back!
(gun smacks Mary, body hits floor)
Good morning.
You know what we have to do today?
Mmm.
Hunt someone? No.
Blow something up? No, again.
M-mm. Crawl through...
sewers or... rat holes
or underground lairs filled with sewage and/or rats?
No, no, and no.
Today we have a day off from the CIA.
Today is about you and me and our wedding.
(whispers): God, that's good.
Mmm.
(grunts)
I'm sorry my bridesmaids couldn't help out more.
Staging that coup is taking longer than expected.
No. That's totally understandable.
I mean, you know, coups take time.
Anyway, uh, Awesome and Morgan and Ellie
have basically taken over every chore we had, so...
Your family is so sweet.
They're bending over backwards
to protect us from anything that's stressful.
I know.
Of course there is that one little thing I have to do
that you don't get to know about,
because I am adorable.
(giggling): Yes, you are.
Everything is perfect. Nothing can go wrong.
Oh, Sarah, you didn't.
(clang, crash)
MORGAN: Chuck!
What? Why would you say that?
Do you not watch movies?
Well, I finally watched Mannequin.
Oh, yeah? Did you like it?
MORGAN: Not good. Little help.
Oh, my God!
ELLIE: Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Honey, get him down. I got him.
Yo! CAPTAIN: Okay, bud.
Uh, just go limp;
Fall into my arms. Go limp! You go limp. Chuck!
Good morning. Everything...
Everything fine here.
Nothing to worry about.
MORGAN: Chuck! Do something!
All right, everybody calm down. I got this.
Whoo!
(Chuck grunts)
All right, here we go. Here.
Here we go.
CHUCK: You all right? Yeah, all good.
Your face is a little flush.
Well, so... Coming down!
Awesome! Impressive, isn't it?
You seriously don't do any core work?
Oh, just sitting up to reach the remote.
Bitchin', dude. Right?
Oh, okay? You know what?
Chuck, Sarah, that was great, but seriously,
back inside. I don't want you doing
any work today. Go do something romantic, okay?
CHUCK: Right. Romantic, got it. Thank you.
Morgan? Yes, ma'am.
We have more twinkle lights,
don't we? Yes, ma'am.
Because this place has to be magical.
Yes, ma'am. Magical! Morgan...
Yes, ma'am.
Honey, you're scaring me.
Just keep it moving.
I hear you, honey. I'll...
I'll take care of it, I promise.
Thank you, Dad.
Guys, guys, I'm so sorry.
But, uh, I need a little help here.
I just told Ellie that I have all these extra twinkle lights,
And I don't have actual twinkle lights,
and she could yell at me.
Oh, do you want me to just go out and get some for you?
- Can you do that? - Yeah. - Really?
- Of course. You're the best. - You are wonderful. Come here.
And did I tell you...
how very excited I am to have you
as my very, very hot date to Chuck's wedding?
See, I was figuring when this day came, I would be taking my mother.
Yes, so... Well, your mom's gonna have to get her own date,
because you are mine. Oh.
(growls)
(cell phone buzzes)
Castle. Oh, no.
"Oh, no," what?
What? Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what? Do we have a mission? Today?
I have a mission. Oh.
MORGAN: I'll just tell Ellie she's gonna have to do without us.
No, no. Not you.
(door opens)
What's that about? (door shuts)
Buon giorno...
No. No. Casey, no way.
We have the week off.
You'd better be here
to talk mimosas or wedding.
I am.
Your mom might not be able to make it.
Why? What happened?
She's been taken... by Vivian Volkoff.
(tires screeching)
♪ Na-na na-na na-na ♪
Corrected by Addic7ed.com www.addic7ed.com
(whimpers)
Why was she even working on Volkoff?
That was our case. She must be trying to protect us.
Taking Vivian off our plate so we could focus on the wedding.
Yeah, but look how she went in-- no backup, no contingency...
Have you even spoken to her lately? No. I haven't even gotten a chance
to ask her about my Dad and Agent X;
find out if she knew about it.
Where is she, Sarah?
Well, this is her last communiqué.
This is a mine in Colombia.
Lot of bad guy traffic there for some reason.
Okay, good. So we start there. It's a quick flight,
- and we'll have your mom back for the rehearsal dinner. - Sarah...
I need my best man.
You need your best man!
Come on! Let's go get your mom, dude!
Time to save the day.
No, uh, Morgan, Morgan, uh... I actually
I need you to save the day
in a different way... by...
creating a very romantic video montage
of me and Sarah for our rehearsal dinner.
Oh. Hmm.
Hmm, not quite as Superman as I'd like,
but, uh, of course, man, anything you need.
Thank you so much. Um...
Just a little problem...
Sarah doesn't have any old pictures.
So I was thinking maybe we could just Photoshop her into some
of the different places that she's lived,
something kind of cute.
Totally cute. Okay.
I get it. I got it. I'm on it.
Done. I'm on it. Thanks, buddy.
Yeah, of course. My best man.
Means a lot to me. You know... Yeah.
Best man. Nah...
You are the best man. Come on! I am, aren't I.
Jeffrey, our time has come.
Need some footage of Sarah, do you?
Why?
You don't have any, do you?
We have over 1,250 hours
of Sarah-related footage.
My clients have been exploring their options as filmmakers
ever since realizing
that Jeffster! may not be as...
lucrative as expected. No way.
I've had a camera running for years.
JEFF: We have voyeur, we have candid,
we have nip slips of Chuck.
Okay, all right, good, great. Listen, all right...
(groans) Cannot express to you
the rage that is actually building up...
On the other hand...
I really could use that footage
to complete this present for Chuck,
so... (clears throat)
May I have this footage? LESTER: Grimes,
I am a montage... artist.
I am gonna need first and...
final cut. I am
fairly certain it'll turn out terrible...
I can hear you... But I do need the footage. So...
You may have first cut,
then he will hand it over to me,
and then I will make it good.
Yes. Uh, my clients will attach themselves
under those terms. Agreed.
MORGAN: Casey!
Good news.
Best man chores are off the plate,
so I am fully avail for the mission.
Let's go save Chuck's mom!
Howitzer.
All right!
(imitates bullets firing): Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na,
na, na, na... nah... I don't know.
I kind of like the ones that make me look big,
you know? You're not coming.
Can't believe how much you worry.
Casey, listen to me.
All the wedding stuff is going to get taken care of.
Ellie is on it.
And I need to be here for my team.
You're not part of any team. I don't see...
How could you say that?
I've have been doing a ton
of really, like, big-time stuff lately.
You're not coming, so why don't you just...
focus on your twinkle lights.
My twinkle lights.
Ouch.
(explosions booming)
(indistinct chatter)
Oh, God.
Uh...
(Sarah sighs)
Lot of chickens and stray dogs,
and not a lot of top-secret holding cells.
Where do we even start looking?
How many mines have security like that?
Let's find out what these guards are up to, huh?
(speaking Spanish)
Hope you boys are hungry.
CASEY: Looks like there's two entrances to the mine.
The miners go in one; guards go in the other.
Bet you Volkoff's down in that one.
Well, if your mom is still in the area,
she's probably being held down there.
All right. What are we waiting for? Let's do this.
(speaking Spanish)
(chuckling)
Ugh.
CASEY: The guards are leaving.
We got to move. Yeah, well, we can't just
waltz in after them. Look at the traffic
going in and out. We might be way outmanned.
I have an idea. Why don't we leave the table
before this thing attacks us?
Yeah. Good.
Gracias.
(chuckles)
(grunting and groaning, loud body blows)
Move it along, Chewie.
Chewie?
Why are you calling him Chewie?
He didn't even eat anything off that disgusting platter.
Honey, it's a reference to Star...
Oh, I love you.
I got a bad feeling about this.
Prisoner transfer from Pueblo facility.
Do you have documentation for that?
SARAH: It was a verbal.
So if you just tell us which cell is available,
we'll take our man back there.
I don't know how you ran things in Pueblo,
but you're not getting back there
without the proper paperwork.
CASEY (whispering): This is what happens when you draw your plans
from Star Wars.
Got to get bloody now.
Just hang on. Hang on a minute.
Hang on.
CHUCK: Uh, excuse me, sir.
Uh, look,
I don't mean to... I don't mean to bug you,
but can you look at the cute little number
that came in with me?
Not the large man.
Real pretty one-- blonde.
Girls like that are pretty few and far between
in Pueblo, if you know what I mean.
The two of us have kind of had this will they/won't they,
burgeoning office romance going.
I'm really trying to impress her,
so could you help me out a little bit?
Beat your man.
Sorry?
Once, I snapped a guy's neck for a girl.
She melted all over me.
CHUCK: Is that right?
I can kind of see that.
Okay. Locking that one away.
Oh, now. Right now.
You want me to do that now.
Okay, yeah. Now would be the appropriate... time.
(grunts)
Really?
Do you want to die alone?
(Chuck grunts)
Okay!
I did that! Wasn't that sexy?
Uh, so sexy.
Mm. All right. You two crazy kids
take him back to cell 24.
But, uh, I think this girl's already been to cell 24.
Oh, she looks like a dirty one.
(chuckling)
(laughs)
Oh, I get it. Yeah, like cell 24. Dirty one.
(grunts)
(sighs)
Hey, that's so sweet. You defended my honor.
Well, you know, we're getting married in a week, sweetheart.
Now, let's get rid of this body, huh?
I'll get rid of it. You go find your mom.
I'll be right there as soon as I get this guy's pants off.
Oh, shut up. Move.
Come on. Let's go.
Looks like your mom's in cell 13.
(beeping)
(computer trilling)
Mom. Chuck!
You're about to get married.
What are you doing here?
Yes, exactly-- we're about to get married, which is why
we're getting you out of here right now.
Oh, no, honey.
I'm sorry. I can't leave yet.
But you should go. I can handle myself.
No offense, Mary, but that's the attitude
that got you captured in the first place.
Vivian's team has reassembled The Norseman down here.
I can't leave without it.
I'll just endure a couple of rounds of torture,
- and then I'll find a way to break out and get it. - Uh, no.
We're not leaving you here to get tortured.
We have a wedding to get you to.
CASEY: Hey, come on, we got to move.
Let's go. Sweetheart,
I know the wedding is important,
but so is the nation's safety.
If I leave now, they will move the weapon
and we'll never get it.
SARAH: Mary, don't be stubborn.
We're just here to extract you, not finish a failed mission.
Failed? Stubborn?
Okay, okay, okay. Look, here's the plan-- I'm gonna go with Casey
to get The Norseman; Sarah, you're gonna stay with Mom,
make sure she doesn't get tortured. I don't need backup.
Why can't Casey stay here with your mom?
Hell, no. I'm going with Chuck.
Okay, great, that's the plan. See you soon.
I'll be outside.
(exhales sharply)
CASEY: Interesting choice--
choosing your mom over your fianceé.
Oh, come on, man, I was just trying to make everyone feel...
Wait a minute, wait, wait, is that really how it looked?
Just remember, Bartowski, Sarah's the one
you're gonna be sleeping next to at the end of every day.
She's the one you protect.
(kicks down door)
Where's The Norseman?
MARY: I don't know why Chuck felt it was necessary
to come and get me.
I think Chuck wouldn't have felt it necessary
if you had any backup.
Chuck knows that I can take care of myself.
Maybe, but now Chuck and the rest of his family
are in harm's way two days before his wedding.
The food here is really ghastly.
Where's the guard?
It's been moved, but I don't know where.
Vivian's planning a meet to sell it to the highest bidder.
We got to get to that meet. And we got to get out of here
before Vivian finds out we know about it and calls it off.
Come on, let's go before your girls kill each other.
You don't have to tell me twice.
VIVIAN: Everything's still locked down.
(whispers): Hold your fire.
They'll never kill me. You don't know that.
No interruptions, guard.
(chuckles)
RILEY: Hello again, Frost.
CHUCK: Sarah, the weapon's been moved; Vivian's selling it.
If she turns up,
keep her alive so the meet still happens.
What do you want with me?
I really just want to see you dead.
And I've been waiting
for my young friend here
to be ready to do it.
Vivian, surely this is one trigger
that you'd like to pull yourself.
MARY: Vivian, I know you won't do this.
RILEY: Do it, Vivian.
Don't.
SARAH: Everybody against the wall right now.
Move it. Now. VIVIAN: Sarah!
I'm sorry, Frost has somewhere to be.
Hey.
Mom, it's time to go.
Mom?
The woman who betrayed my father
is the mother of the man who's betrayed me? Well, that makes sense.
Vivian, there is still so much that you don't know and we need to talk about.
No, I'm done talking to you.
CASEY: Guards could be here any second.
Come on, we got to move.
Let's go.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
VIVIAN: Guards? Guards!
Okay, well...
since we're not on a long plane ride home with my mom now,
maybe we should talk about what what happened in the mine.
Okay. Talk.
All right, so, first of all,
I know I messed up, but I was just trying
to get all of us out of there safely.
I mean, the places was crawling with bad guys.
I know-- but sometimes it feels like
you can protect me from anything... except your mom.
No, you're right.
You're right,
but I-I can protect you,
even from my mom, I promise.
(phone buzzing)
Beckman needs us at Castle.
No need to unpack.
BECKMAN: Team, it looks like Vivian Volkoff
is indeed planning to auction off
The Norseman device
in Moscow in 12 hours.
It's up to you. We must strike now.
Uh, but can't someone else go?
I mean, our rehearsal dinner is tomorrow.
I'm afraid we don't
have time to train a new team.
Oh, and thanks for the invite.
Oh...
N-No, um...
I'm not serious.
General, Vivian knows
all of our faces, so how
are we supposed to get in?
Agent Bartowski,
if you don't mind?
An agent will impersonate
one of the buyers.
They'll outbid all of the others for The Norseman device,
and walk out the front door; no bloodshed.
Okay, except, like Sarah just said,
Vivian knows all of our faces.
So not sure exactly how to avoid the bloodshed.
Vivian invited Luckily, one of the buyers
was just detained by Interpol:
Italian arms smuggler Etorre La Barba.
Remind you of anyone we know? Morgan?
General, Grimes is not prepared for an operation like this.
He fits the profile. We don't have time to argue.
Good luck, Team. You have your orders.
(computer chimes)
Etoray La barbah, huh?
Ciaobella!
Eh, spaghetti pizza.
Eh, mamamia!
It's a-me, Mario.
I sell-a the arms
to-a the bad guys.
This is a horrible idea.
Buddy, are you absolutely sure
that you feel comfortable doing this?
Sí, sí, si. Don't a-you worry about-a me, huh?
I take care of everything. I am-a you Best-a Man!
Whatever you need-- bada-boom!
You have to stop that.
Morgan will be fine.
Casey, you and I will provide plenty of backup.
(groans)
And you two will just stay here
and get ready for the wedding.
Stay here? What? You're taking us off our own mission?
I-I appreciate you trying
to protect us, Mom, I do,
but Morgan is my best friend,
and we've been on Vivian Volkoff for months.
In which time she's gone from harmless coed
to one of the world's top weapons dealers.
Which is why I had to step in in the first place,
to fix your mistake, sweetheart.
Our mistake? Um...
I don't mean to be critical,
but obviously, you've been very busy
getting ready for the wedding, and your minds are elsewhere.
Yeah, like maybe on the fact
that Dad turned an innocent man into Alexei Volkoff.
Mom, did you know about Agent X?
Chuck, I could not afford to let the CIA know
that I knew about Agent X.
And neither should you,
which is obviously something else we have to clean up.
We don't have time for this right now. The point is,
Chuck and I are going on our mission,
you're providing backup, and that's the way it's gonna be.
I don't think so. I agree with Sarah.
Thank you.
That is...
Sorry, sorry, sorry, guys,
I need to borrow the big guy for one second.
Just best man stuff that just dawned on me.
I have to...
Thanks, buddy, it was getting kind of tense in there.
No problem, but you know the errand you gave me to take care of--
obviously I can't get to it right now, but not a problem.
Got my top people on it, so not to worry.
Couldn't we have just watched this at home? I have, like,
a million things to do today. CAPTAIN: Yeah, I love
popcorn and massages as much as the next guy, but can we just
get this started?
Moviemaking is a collaborative art,
even for an auteur.
I have many people
I'd like to thank-- my rep
Big Mike, Jeffrey, my parents-ish,
and, uh...
...my main man upstairs.
Anything is possible.
Let's get this puppy started,
shall we, Jeffrey?
(romantic theme plays)
Heart.
Pancreas.
Cockle.
My cockle.
(Lester gibbering on video)
(screeches)
America.
ELLIE: Stop, stop, stop.
Please, make it stop, make it stop.
God. Dude, dude, that is just unholy.
Thank you. Okay,
I am going to need the footage from your clients.
I'm gonna be taking over from here.
W-Wait, does that mean
Big Mike doesn't get his ten percent?
We weren't even paying them.
What?
Then what was I doing all day?
How do you guys feel that went?
Hey, what do you think?
I finally got the accent down.
(in bad accent): Don't move or I will kill you
whereas you stand
and not even your madre will recognize your corpse.
(spits)
Yeah.
If I had my druthers, you'd stay topside selling microwaves.
That's great, that's great.
Let's, let's, let's figure this out
'cause I thought we were past all this.
We're roomies, you've been training me really hard,
I've been in danger a ton of times,
and not to mention you love the little snack packs
I bring on missions.
So, why suddenly are you being this big jerk to me?
It's Alex.
She's worried about you.
Oh.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
okay, okay,
you're telling me you are being
a jerk because you care?
(grunts)
Yeah.
Fat load of good it's done me, too.
I promised Alex I'd keep you safe.
There are times on every mission
when things go sideways.
That happens, I can't protect you,
and I've broken a promise to my daughter.
I see your dilemma.
Yeah.
Everything's gonna be fine, everything will be fine.
Trust me, nothing will go wrong.
Why did I just say that?
Mm-hmm.
You know, you can wait in the van
if you want. No, it's all right.
I think I'll give Chuck and Sarah
a little space on this one.
It's hard to have kids.
You can't always protect 'em.
Yeah, or their idiot boyfriends.
(chuckles)
CASEY: We're in position.
Is Grimes ready?
CHUCK: Just a second, Casey.
I-I don't know if I can do this, uh, guys.
I've been thinking about it, and, um--
you know, what do I know about being a bad guy?
Plenty, buddy, plenty.
Look at that suit--
part Goldfinger, part Drax, right?
You noticed.
Come on, seriously, you got nothing to worry about.
We're going to be with you the whole time on the comms,
not to mention the fact that we will be monitoring
the video feed through these glasses.
And Casey will be on the opposite rooftop
with a sniper rifle.
You know how he likes to shoot things from far away.
I do, yeah. (chuckles)
CHUCK: You can do this, Morgan, you can totally be
a bad guy.
Okay, yeah,
it's going to be great.
(exhales)
(humming "Darth Vader's Theme")
(Morgan hums along with Chuck)
(humming intensifies)
This'd better not take long.
I already tried to kill three people at this table.
(in Italian accent): Yes.
What do you mean?
No, you heard me the first time.
Shoot the puppy.
I am so sick of feeding him.
Kill the puppy.
Ciao.
So hard to get good henchmen nowadays, hmm?
Si, si.
Thorium signature detected.
Looks like they're bringing in the Norseman. Casey?
VIVIAN: Welcome, gentlemen, I'm so sorry
to have kept you waiting.
You're all here for the same reason:
a chance to purchase
one of the deadliest weapons ever created--
the Norseman device.
By locking onto a target's DNA,
it can kill a single person in the middle of a crowd
with 100% accuracy.
Perfecto.
There's no way to run from it,
even on the other side of the world.
Whoever ends up with it has
an enormous advantage,
but, truth is...
...it's an advantage I intend to keep.
(groans with pain)
(men groaning in agony)
MORGAN: What do I do, guys?
CASEY: Morgan,
Morgan, you have to die,
or they're going to kill you. Do it.
Oh, no!
Aah!
(body hits floor)
Morgan,
whatever you do, stay calm.
Mom, Casey, tell me you got a line on him.
I got him in my sights.
If it gets hot, I'll take 'em all out.
RILEY: Don't feel bad, Vivian.
Every man in this room would have killed you
without a second thought.
That's why we collected their DNA.
This one-- he killed all the families of his rivals.
Sick.
And this one...
...he gassed an entire village
of innocents just to eliminate...
...one enemy.
Sicker.
And this one right here with the beard...
Stop.
These are dangerous men-- I get it.
RILEY: Vivian,
I'm not trying to turn you into someone you're not.
I'm trying to turn you into who you need to be.
And you may still get your chance.
What do you mean?
There is a man in this room
who isn't actually dead--
someone
who has infiltrated our organization
by pretending to be someone we invited here today.
He's merely
feigning death.
CASEY: Riley left my scope.
I do not have Riley.
Morgan, Morgan,
don't move.
So, friend,
are you going to get up?
The name's Carlisle.
Sebastian Carlisle.
Carl to my friends,
which you are not.
I take it you're MI6?
I've been tracking you since Munich.
It was actually rather clever.
You see,
first I cr...
Oh, I'm sorry, dear.
Next one's yours, promise.
CASEY: Chuck,
Sarah,
Norseman's on the move.
You're on it, go.
Copy that.
Looks like they're taking it out of the building.
I'm going to help them secure the weapon.
You stay here and keep Alex's boyfriend safe.
Roger that.
Weapon's leaving the building.
You ready? Yeah.
Always wanted to say this-- fasten your seat belt.
Literally, you should fasten your seat belt right now.
Oh, okay, sure.
(whispering): Guys...
I haven't heard anything in a while.
Please tell me it's okay to move.
CASEY: Wait, wa-wa-wait.
Okay, okay, go quick.
I'll cover you.
(door opens)
(stammering)
Somebody-somebody-somebody's coming, somebody's coming.
Oh, Casey, they got acid,
just like in that really disgusting scene
from Breaking Bad.
I've never seen Breaking Bad.
You'd love it, it's great. What?
It's like the perfect counterprogramming to...
the curtains. I can't see you. Morgan, shut up! They closed
I can't protect you if I can't see the targets.
Run!
Okay.
What the...? Oh. Who's that?
Hey. Hey, just one sec...
Did it!
Use your glasses.
Show me the targets with your glasses, Morgan.
And try not to move.
(groans)
(grunts)
(gunshot, man groans)
Morgan?
Morgan, can you hear me?!
(body hits floor)
Morgan, can you hear me?
Morgan!
Yeah. Yeah.
(grunts)
Oh...
Casey, I think you shot me.
What about the rest?
Yeah, they're all dead.
Casey, that was amazing!
Oh, Lord, I feel faint.
Just breathe.
Get to the elevator.
I'll meet you outside.
Yeah. Yeah.
Looks like they're leaving the building.
(tires squealing)
(sensor beeps)
The weapon's in the trunk.
I'm going to get something to open it.
You all right?
Don't pretend to care.
Vivian, I am truly sorry
for everything that's happened,
but there is so much that you don't know.
I know enough. I know that you're Agent X.
No, Vivian, I'm not.
Agent X... is your father.
He was an MI6 agent.
He was going undercover.
He let the CIA perform an experiment on him--
one that changed him into the man
we know now as Alexei Volkoff.
But before that, he wasn't evil,
and neither are you.
This... This is crazy.
Don't move.
Riley, is this true?
Yes, I'm afraid it is.
But, first, are you going to tell her
who turned her father into Alexei Volkoff, huh?
It was Stephen J. Bartowski.
Chuck's father.
He and Frost manipulated your father to give up
his own identity so they could further their CIA careers.
That's a lie!
No, it's the truth!
And I will not have you lie to Vivian anymore.
No!
(Sarah gasps)
Chuck.
You saved me.
Always.
Where's Vivian?
We have to find her.
MARY: No.
We should go.
You two have somewhere to be.
Honey, I totally dropped the ball
on Chuck's present to Sarah.
I fell asleep right in the middle of cutting it.
You did what you could.
It'll be okay.
Look. There they are right now.
Guys, wow!
The courtyard-- it looks unbelievable.
I can't believe you did all this for us, Ellie.
Thank you so much, sis.
I promised myself that I wasn't gonna cry.
Mascara!
(laughing)
You ready for this?
Absolutely.
(camera shutter clicking)
Okay.
Hey.
Man, does Big Mike need this brandy Alexander.
Had another deal blow up in my face.
Huh.
But I do love the game.
What happened to your arm?
Wii Tennis.
Son, it's amazing you're not single. Mm.
(chuckles)
Casey.
How's the Sunshine Band, buddy?
(chuckles) It's KC and the Sunshine...
No one's ever used that on you, huh?
Really?
Seriously, um, there is one more thing
I wanted to talk about. You're right.
I shouldn't be out there in the field.
Nah, not if it's making the woman
I love worry, so you tell Alex
I'm done, I am out.
Why don't you stand tall and tell her yourself?
Nah, it's better
coming from you, I think.
No, no, why don't you tell her yourself?
Okay.
Hi.
I love you.
Is he watching? No.
Should I walk away?
(giggles)
♪ ♪
MARY: Many of you might not
know me, but I am Chuck's and Ellie's mom.
(sighs) Truth be told,
I was gone for a long time,
and now that I'm back in their lives, I sometimes
overcompensate.
But lucky for me,
my soon-to-be daughter-in-law
is very forgiving.
She's never heard me say it,
but Sarah is one of the strongest
and one of the most amazing women that I have ever met.
So I would like to propose this toast to her.
Sarah, thank you for taking care of my Chuck.
May you have many more adventures
together, and may you always keep each other safe.
ALL: Oh.
(clinking) Thank you.
(clinking) Love you.
Now for the little surprise
I've been cooking up for you.
(humming)
Mm-hmm.
Excuse me. Hi.
Chuck, there's something I need to tell you about
the video. It's...
What about the video?
♪ ♪ Oh.
(romantic theme playing)
(crowd oohing and aahing)
Lester never let you see my version.
Hope you like it.
(gasps)
What is this garbage?
(laughter)
(woman whooping)
(crowd sighing)
(phone buzzing)
(sighs)
Hello?
Hello, Chuck.
I hope I'm not
interrupting anything important.
Vivian, what do you want?
To make you feel pain, the way I feel right now.
I've lost everyone important to me,
and I have you and your family to thank for it.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. We can talk about this.
Or how about you look around the room at all your
family and friends,
and ask yourself, which one am I going to take from you?
You see, I still have another Norseman device.
Ple-Please, please.
Vivian,
this is not you.
Okay, you don't do things like this.
Please don't do this.
I already have.
What's going on?
I think Vivian's going to try and kill my mom.
Oh, God, what is that noise?!
Oh.
Oh...
Oh!
Sarah? Sarah? Sarah! No! No! No! No! No! No!
No! No! No! No! No! No! Sarah!
(crowd gasping) Help me!
Help me. Help me.
Help me. Somebody help.
WOMAN: Calling 911.
CHUCK: Oh, my God.
Baby, baby, baby.
Baby.
Baby? Oh, my God.
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