Chuck s04e18 Episode Script

Chuck Versus the A-Team

ÿþ1 Hi, I'm Chuck.
Here are a few things that you might need to know.
Is it strange that all of the new employees have been named Greta? This is one of my father's laptops.
How did you.
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Some memory problem Ellie figured out.
What's going down there in Castle? Are you leveraging me to stay in my apartment? - Let's say I was.
- You can stay at my place.
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as long as you keep quiet.
Don't tell anyone, especially Bartowski.
I hope you didn't think this interrogation was over.
We know about your involvement with the CIA.
I have no idea.
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No idea what you're talking about.
We know that you work with John Casey.
Just admit it.
This can all be over.
I don't know what you.
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I don't know.
Okay.
Okay.
Hold on a second.
I admit it.
I have worked with John Casey.
We worked together for the last four years now.
We started in large appliances and then I worked up to manager.
Think this is funny? You're really willing to sacrifice your life to protect John Casey? My only regret is that I have one life to give.
You go ahead.
You do your worst.
Okay.
Ha, ha.
That was tough.
You didn't wet yourself this time.
That's an improvement.
- I didn't drink any water today.
- Welcome to the team.
Thank you, sir.
Glad to be part of it.
Whoa.
So where you going there? - Super-secret spy mission? - Don't do that.
I'm just goofing around with you, buddy.
Roomie.
First rule of Team Casey.
Don't ask, don't tell.
- What about Chuck and Sarah? - Especially not Chuck and Sarah.
Sir.
You really care about your best friend, you'll lock it down, Morgan.
Pfft.
Morgan Grimes, you are a badass.
Oh, no, I peed a little bit.
Fifteen seconds.
- Ten.
- Sarah, stop yelling.
You know I don't work well under pressure, okay? God, no, no, no.
- Damn wishbone.
Your turn.
- I can't do this anymore.
I'm sorry.
We've been sitting around for two weeks.
We need a mission, Chuck.
So we hit a dry spell.
Are you ready for some real excitement? "Final Fantasy II.
" Morgan and I spent an entire summer devouring this one.
What is the point of being a spy if there aren't any missions? Casey.
- What are you doing here? - Did Beckman call? No, I'm just, ahem, returning something.
A 50-cal sniper rifle? Why are you checking weapons out? I was plinking on the range.
Don't want a weapon like this to feel neglected.
What about us? Do you think Beckman has secretly sidelined our team? - Why else would our missions dry up? - I don't know.
Maybe the Intersect's made the world a more peaceful place.
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- What is that about? You think we're stir-crazy, think about Casey.
I mean, he hasn't shot someone in two weeks.
That we know of.
Casey is up to something.
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and I'm gonna get to the bottom of it.
- Sarah? Sarah.
This is so weird.
I didn't know this hallway even existed.
Maybe it's a part of all the new construction that's been going on.
- Ahh.
- Huh.
Well, allow me.
It's not like they're gonna deny the one and only Intersect.
Ha, ha.
Okay, so maybe you're not being completely paranoid.
I haven't seen much of Casey in the last couple of weeks.
- You think he's gone lone wolf? - That's it.
Prowling the streets administering vigilante justice? Come on.
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Actually, that's entirely plausible.
It's time for a spy intervention.
We need to put our partner on the spot.
Nope.
I have a better idea.
Hey.
What's up, man? Hey, buddy.
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Mind if I come in? You know what? I do mind, because, uh, I just waxed my floors.
Really? Cooked that one up on the spot, did you? What's your new spy partner been up to these days? You must be referring to my domestic partner.
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for I am not privy to Casey's spy life.
Have you seen your new roommate disappearing at odd times? - No.
- Coming home with fresh injuries? - None that I'm aware of.
- Receiving solo missions.
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from one General Diane Beckman? Can't say that I have, chief.
One more little question.
Where have all my missions gone? Because either all the bad guys are on vacation or Casey's up to something.
Or maybe the Intersect has just made the world a more peaceful place.
Good seeing you, pal.
I can't believe Morgan would lie to my face like that.
I can't believe Casey would lie to my face.
My old partner.
Wait.
Didn't Casey say that Beckman had him working on something new? Do you think Beckman is sending him out on missions without us? Why would Beckman do that? We're Casey's team.
Wait.
He's on the move.
Oh, oh.
Are we really doing this? Spying on our own partner? - Isn't that icky? - Think about it.
If Casey is going out on missions, then he is doing so without the Intersect.
You're right.
What if he gets in a jam? What if he needs our help? I mean, we're not spying on Casey, we're watching his back.
Duh.
It was nice of Devon to let us borrow his new Sienna.
It is the perfect tail vehicle.
Think about it, dual screens, Bluetooth, 10-speaker sound system.
- And it's so comfy.
- Well, it's unassuming.
That's why it's the perfect tail vehicle.
Oh.
Did I mention the automatic doors? It's like I'm using the Force.
Okay.
Ahem.
It's time to find out what kind of game Casey's playing.
Easy.
Your boss is expecting me.
I wasn't expecting you, I was expecting Dragan.
And I wasn't expecting him for two days.
- Slight change of plans.
- Wasn't part of our arrangement.
Oh, all right.
My employer would be happy to do business elsewhere.
Please.
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excuse my lack of hospitality.
He's all alone.
What's he trying to do, get himself killed? Don't you wanna open it? I would trust Dragan with my life.
You, on the other hand, John Casey.
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NSA agent, not so much.
What exactly was your plan? You just walk in here and arrest me? All alone? Heh, heh.
He's not alone.
He wouldn't go undercover without his team.
Yeah.
Honestly, who do you take him for? What are you doing here? Saving your life, partner.
Don't need saving, idiot.
Oh, really, I'm the idiot? Please.
Let me settle this.
You are all idiots.
You're under arrest.
Good work, colonel.
Wait, so this was all a sting? Hang on a second.
Is that Greta and other Greta? Chuck, Sarah.
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meet my new team.
Look at those two.
First they take over the Buy More, then they steal our partner.
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now they're taking over our spy base.
I can't believe Casey replaced us.
- I can't believe the CIA replaced us.
- Come again? Who do you think is taking our missions? Honey, please.
Look, I have something irreplaceable in this little head of mine.
So let Casey have his new team.
You still got the Intersect, baby.
Let's go introduce ourselves, shall we? So I said to him, you can keep your larger magazine capacity.
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when it comes to stopping power, nothing beats my.
45.
- That is hilarious.
- That is hilarious.
Forty-fives.
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Great work back there, by the way, with the guns and the bad guys.
Pow, pow, pow.
Took them all out, that was impressive.
I'm sorry, but I never got your actual names.
And I don't wanna keep calling you Greta.
I'm assuming Greta's an acronym.
- Captain Noble.
- Captain Dunwoody.
- Captain.
Captain.
- Agent.
Rick and Vicki.
Ha, ha.
It's rhyme-y, it's cute.
- You a couple? - Don't be ridiculous.
It's against agency protocol.
Romantic entanglements lead to lapses in judgment.
You ought to know.
Walker? Ahem.
A word please? - So, what kind of music you guys into? - Shh.
I see, you're very busy.
I see you picked your new team for their personalities.
Sorry you had to find out this way.
It's not like I've been your partner the last four years.
- Please let me explain.
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It's cool, you know.
I get it.
Beckman gave you a new team, you've been running missions with them.
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This wasn't Beckman's idea.
Colonel Casey, grab your team.
Mission briefing in five.
That is, if you're all through fraternizing with your old team.
So who is, uh, Suzy Sunshine? Director Bentley.
She's our Beckman.
Except not as warm and cuddly.
Well, babe, I guess it's just you and me.
- Where are you going? - To fix this.
Oh, boy.
Why didn't you tell us Casey was heading up his own team? Agent Walker, you're not the only one who has to take orders.
I'm playing the cards I was dealt.
I suggest you do the same.
Quick follow-up question, general.
Who's the A-team and who's the B-team here? I know you love our team and Casey's team equally.
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Enough.
Both of you.
Right now you need to focus on the mission at hand.
- Which is? - A top-priority extraction from Tbilisi.
You'll recognize the target of the colonel's recent sting operation.
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Necati Acar, a.
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The Turk.
Although his arrest was important, the real prize is this man.
Dragan Pichushkin.
Arms dealer.
He's made a fortune dismantling the former Soviet arsenal.
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and selling it on the black market.
The Turk has agreed to lure Dragan onto U.
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Soil under one condition.
That we offer his family asylum? Precisely, Agent Walker.
All we have is a first name.
Jana.
Wife? Jana.
Jana.
Mistress.
Think it's probably a mistre.
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No photos? That's why we're sending you.
Wheels up in the morning.
Use the Intersect to ID Jana and return her safely to U.
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Soil.
That is all, team.
I think she meant to say A-team.
I can't believe we're finally going on a mission.
Hey.
What's up, Devon, you okay? Just trying to find my baseline, bro.
Oh.
Stressful day at the ER? Trauma surgery's a cinch.
It's coming home that's stressful.
Being home with the baby's made Ellie stir-crazy.
Must be going around.
When I walk through that door, she makes up for 12 hours of not talking.
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to another adult in about 12 minutes.
Wish me luck.
Good luck.
Hi, honey.
How was work? I'm so glad you're home.
I've been dying to talk.
Remember how I've been trying to keep track of Clara's sleep schedule? At first I couldn't find the circadian cycle, then I applied some biostatistics.
Voilá.
Isn't that incredible? Oh.
Wait till you see the data that I gathered during tummy time.
And here is a chart of Clara's new vocal sounds.
You can go a little loony with someone babbling in your ear all day long.
The problem is, I only have one test subject.
So in order to control my experiment, we're gonna have to have a second baby.
Joking.
Speaking of computer modeling, whatever happened to my dad's laptop? Devon? Devon, are you listening to me? Huh? Yeah.
Computers.
- Brain science.
Totally with you.
- Good.
I'm starting to think that my dad left me that computer for a reason.
Maybe his research is just the diversion that I need right now.
I want that computer back.
- I wonder what Casey's team is up to.
- Who cares? Beckman said it herself, this extraction is top priority.
It's the bro-in-law.
Hey, Devon, what's going on? Chuck.
We need to talk.
- Why are you whispering? - Clara's sleeping.
- And I don't want Ellie to hear.
- Can this wait till I'm home? Ellie wants your dad's laptop.
She thinks he gave it to her for a reason.
No, Devon.
Listen to me and listen to me very carefully.
She cannot have the laptop.
The laptop is filled with dangerous spy stuff.
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which is probably why it's buried deep beneath Langley.
But she gave the computer to me.
- What am I supposed to tell her? - Tell her you lost it.
Tell her you brought it to the Buy More to get it fixed.
She'll assume Jeff and Lester lost it.
Good cover story, bro.
That's why you called the pro.
Wait.
I'm seeing a square.
Close.
Squiggly lines.
Excuse me.
Damn it, lady.
Can't you see that you're ruining his concentration? I'm just here to get my computer, then you can go back to your game.
Game? I will have you know, Eleanor, that our friend Jeffrey here is a clairvoyant.
Read her thoughts, Jeffrey.
She hates us.
She thinks we're pathetic.
She doesn't believe in ESP.
That's really good.
Can I have my computer? Fine.
Where's your claim stub? - Devon dropped it off.
- No claim stub, no computer.
Mush.
Okay, uh, you guys just.
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You don't understand.
There's something really important on that laptop.
Something.
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private.
Go on.
Devon and I, we made a video when we were in med school.
Um, I'd just hate for it to fall into the wrong hands.
Jeffrey, clear our schedule.
Ma'am, we're gonna find that laptop if it's the last thing we do.
Looks like Jana's running a little late.
Or else the Turk's enemies got to her before we did.
Looks like this landing zone is about to get a little hot.
That's why Beckman sent us.
Do any of those guys look like Jana to you? You wanted Jana? I'm getting her.
These charmers stuffed her in the trunk.
I don't like this, Sarah.
Oh, my God.
They chopped her up into little pieces.
What? Sarah, meet Jana.
This was our big extraction? A stupid dog? Sometime boss's dog gets upset tummy.
Try mixing in a cup of her dry food with the wet stuff.
And be sure to walk her every hour.
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or that happens.
Oh.
Gross.
Oh, my God, Sarah.
We're the B-team.
We used to be the A-team.
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the sharp end of the CIA stick.
Now we're glorified pet couriers? Nothing has changed, Chuck.
Well, what do you call Casey's new team, then? I call them the competition.
Wanna be on the A-team again? We have to earn it.
What? How? Dragan.
Beckman said he's the brass ring.
We're gonna collar him and we're gonna show the general we've still got it.
Except the only person who can lead us to Dragan is the Turk.
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and who knows where they're keeping him.
- Is that.
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? - Jana? She's got an upset tummy.
Think they remembered to mix in the dry food? If the Turk's dog is behind that door, so is the Turk.
All we gotta do is get through four inches of steel.
Or we chop off Casey's hand.
- Let's keep that as our backup plan.
- Sure.
Okay.
Morgan, I can hear you eating potato chips.
Open the door.
- Can't do that.
- This is ridiculous.
- Why can't we talk face-to-face? - Trust me.
It's for your own good.
Is that right? Or is that what Casey told you to tell me? Hey, hey.
Colonel's a good man and he gave me my orders, okay? - To lock it down.
- Let me in.
Over my dead body, Chuck.
How about over your tranq'd body? You were distracting me so she could break in.
- Yeah.
- Clever girl.
- Are you using the five-milligram darts? - Ten.
Please tell Casey I put up a good fight.
Great.
Now all we need is something with Casey's handprint on it.
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so we can access the secret part of Castle.
Ooh.
What are these? These have a camera inside of them that scan for any bio-residue.
Yuck.
Sounds like a CBS show.
I found one, but this handprint is way too tiny.
Looks like it belongs to a child.
Oh, right.
Bingo.
Sarah.
Not bad for the B-team.
Holy crap.
Their Castle is so much cooler than ours.
I wonder if they have that fancy Greek yogurt in their kitchen.
Okay, you go find the Turk.
I'm gonna see if I can pull up Dragan's case file.
Please.
I told you everything I know about Dragan's shipment.
No.
Relax.
I'm not part of their team.
They are like a pair of evil robots.
Wait.
They told me about you.
You are the dog walker, no? I'm happy you're here.
Jana was beginning to walk funny.
She needs to have, uh, how you say, a pee-pee time? Chuck? Chuck, I think you should look at this.
Hey.
What's up? What do you want me to.
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? My dad's computer.
Why would they.
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? Casey, please tell me you didn't.
I think it's time for us to go.
Right now.
You're not authorized to be in this section of Castle.
What are you doing with my father's computer? The Intersect project is classified.
Classif.
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Classified? I'm not authorized to be down here? What? I am the Intersect.
You're not as special as you think.
I think you should get out of here before you get hurt.
I see you know kung fu.
It's very impressive, but a little showy for my taste.
How about this style, Bartowski? Oh, for heaven's sake.
Chuck, what is happening? We're following the same program.
Sarah.
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they're Intersects.
Stand down, captain.
So this was your idea, Casey? Huh? You used my father's program to make your own Intersects? Now that you have your dream team you don't need me around.
But that right there? That's mine, and I'm taking it.
You don't wanna do that.
Yeah, well, my father never wanted his invention to be used like this.
Drop it.
That computer is property of the U.
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Government.
- Call off your dogs, Casey.
- Captain, put the gun down now.
First, you put the computer down, Bartowski.
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or I'll put a bullet in that obsolete brain of yours.
I'd do as she says, Mr.
Bartowski.
Unlike you, my Intersects aren't afraid to pull the trigger.
Now do you understand why I had Beckman send you to Tbilisi? You wanted us out of the way.
The CIA's two Intersect teams were never supposed to, well, intersect.
It was important that you not interfere with the GRETA field test.
Right.
The Gretas in the Buy More.
We've been using your store as a proving ground.
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for prospective Intersect candidates.
These two are the best of the best.
Oh.
Really? So then what does that make me? None of this would be possible without you.
That's right.
We've been studying you as well.
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correcting your father's software for your various limitations.
- Limitations? - His emotional sensitivity.
His overreliance on his handlers.
- His inability to terminate targets.
- You clearly fixed that glitch.
Vicki here almost shot Chuck.
If you'll excuse us, we have a mission to complete.
Dragan Pichushkin, our primary target.
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is currently en route to an airfield outside of Los Angeles.
Our analysts at Langley believe that he is on this aircraft, which was.
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Hijacked by drug runners in 2006.
The plane is now registered to a Moscow shell corporation.
Yeah.
What they said.
Very good.
Your team will intercept Pichushkin.
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confiscate all cargo and return him alive.
- Ma'am.
- Dismissed.
Oh.
And you two are free to return home and await further orders.
Unbelievable.
- Walker, let me explain.
- Don't.
If you'd stayed with Chuck and I.
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you would have been mothballed.
- I didn't jump ship.
- You didn't exactly go down with ship.
I left because you don't need me.
Don't pretend like you don't know.
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what I'm talking about.
- We were a team, Casey.
You and Bartowski were the team.
I was just the backup.
That is not true.
It doesn't matter, anyway.
I wanted you to know I think Bentley's giving you the short end of the stick.
You and Bartowski, you're still good agents.
Yeah, well, we used to be the best.
I'm calling about the laptop.
Did you find it? Well, there is a chance.
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that we returned the laptop to the wrong person.
- Gee, what a surprise.
- Don't worry.
I got my best man on it.
I need you to focus your powers, Jeffrey.
I need a name.
I need you to tell me who has that missing computer.
So.
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are gonna close your eyes.
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and you're gonna jot down whatever letters pop into your head.
Go.
No.
That's not a letter.
Deeper.
Jeffrey.
Dig.
Dig.
What just happened? Did I do it? Cia? The hell kind of name is Cia? You're totally worthless, Jeffrey.
Take a look at this.
Twelve hours ago.
Target leaving for the States.
I'm confident your new team can handle a few bodyguards.
Not them.
That.
He's not moving parts.
Pichushkin's moving a fully assembled bomb.
We can assume he's gonna use it.
- We need backup.
- You have two GRETAs.
- What else do you need? - My old team.
Chuck and Sarah.
It's a five-man job.
You sure you're not being sentimental? Pichushkin's delivering live explosives to a metropolitan center.
We're equipped with live ordnance disposal.
No.
The colonel is right.
This is a perfect job for Chuck Bartowski.
Bomb disposal? I mean, seriously? Don't they have robots for stuff like this? It's the only way Bentley would let you come.
- I guess expendability has its perks.
- Okay, team.
Target lands in inside 10.
You two help me neutralize Dragan's security team.
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and take him into custody alive.
Hey.
You're a vital part of this mission, Chuck.
Don't forget it.
And try not to drop the bomb, Chuck.
Once we have the bomb, you're on.
Use the Intersect to defuse it.
I know you're a little scared.
The suit'll protect you.
I saw The Hurt Locker, Casey.
Okay? I know what happened to Guy Pearce.
His suit didn't really do him good.
I'm sorry, I'm being overly sensitive.
I bet your new Intersects, they wouldn't complain.
I had to wear one of these in Bosnia.
One of my worst missions.
There.
Here, let me show you a little trick.
This way you don't have to use your hands to drink.
Thanks, buddy.
Good luck.
It's your favorite.
Apple juice.
Oh, oh.
They are outnumbered and outgunned.
Those guards are carrying automatic weapons.
Whoa! Holy crap.
Those two are like Terminators.
They took out five guys in the blink of an eye.
Welcome to America, Mr.
Pichushkin.
Let me take your luggage.
It's yours.
Okay? Portable fission device.
Five-kiloton yield.
Approximate fireball radius, two kilometers.
That's a suitcase nuke.
I'm sorry.
Did Casey just say.
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I have detonator.
So I think it's better if we just part ways.
Casey, let him go.
I've got my eyes on Dragan.
Sarah.
Help Walker.
You stay with the bomb.
You need to disarm this now.
This bomb is a Frankenstein with a hundred different components.
There's nothing in the Intersect about how to defuse this.
Hold on, I can help.
I'm coming, Casey! I'm coming! I'm coming.
I'm coming.
Show me your hands.
Where's the detonator? I am detonator.
Very simple.
My heart stop, bomb start.
So you have choice.
You shoot me and hundreds of thousands of people will die.
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in nuclear blast.
Or I kill you.
Not easy choice.
Vicki, no! Don't shoot! What did you do? What the hell just happened? Your trigger-happy new partner just armed the bomb.
Ooh.
Portable fission device.
Five-kiloton yield.
We covered that.
Our best chance is to fly as far from civilization as possible.
What? No.
We're in the middle of L.
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County.
It's the difference between We gotta move this bomb.
No.
Casey.
No, that's not an option.
We have to disarm it.
You've got the same computer I've got.
It can't be disarmed.
I can do this, Casey.
Bomb's all yours, Bartowski.
- You can't be serious.
- Move.
Okay.
- Just like old times.
- Tell me there's a plan.
- There's a plan, right? - Yeah, there's a plan.
Okay.
Casey, first of all, I need you to pull out the primary device.
Slowly.
Carefully.
We're gonna have to improvise.
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It's a nuclear bomb.
- Stow it, captain.
That hockey-puck-looking thing on the end? That's the detonator.
I need you to twist and pull it.
Gently.
Okay.
The detonator is from a next-gen Chinese sub.
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which means the firing mechanism had to have been modified.
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to allow the warhead's deployment in saltwater.
Saltwater.
Saltwater! Yes! These detonators, they automatically deactivate in saltwater.
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in the event of a hull breach.
- We're nowhere near the ocean.
Oh.
Saltwater, saltwater, saltwater.
Hmm.
What has.
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My juice box.
What? Please have sodium.
Please have sodium.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Are you about to disarm a nuclear bomb using fruit juice? Okay, do it.
I can't believe that worked.
Ha, ha.
Up.
Up.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
Try not to drop the bomb, Rick.
Aah.
Looks like things have gotten a little crowded in Castle.
As I told you before, this operation requires only one team.
I concur.
I've read Colonel Casey's report.
In addition to threatening Agent Bartowski's life.
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your team managed to kill the man you were supposed to capture.
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and accidentally arm a nuclear bomb.
I take full responsibility for my team.
The truth is, Director Bentley.
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you should never have pursued the Intersect field trial.
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without consulting the original Intersect.
Agent Bartowski, that is why you will oversee.
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all aspects of the Intersect project from here on out.
And what about my GRETAs? Intersect extraction complete.
So how's it feel? What a relief to have that out of my head.
That poor bastard Bartowski.
Looks like that's it for the team.
Honor serving with you, sir.
Captain.
Captain.
Good luck.
Where do you think you're going? I figured I was through here since I don't have a team.
I never dismissed you, colonel.
Beckman's wrong.
The problem's not with my GRETAs, it's this computer.
You're going to help me fix it.
Best engineers couldn't crack Intersect code.
It wasn't meant for them.
I need someone who thinks like a Bartowski.
What are you getting at? Prepare yourself for "Final Fantasy Deux.
" Oh, please let that be Beckman.
Oh, come on.
A new mission already? Beckman wants us to leave ASAP.
She's gonna brief us in the air.
Aren't you curious as to where we're going? I'm sure it's someplace far-off and dangerous.
- And what makes you so sure? - Chuck, we're the A-team.
Valid point.
Well, we might as well bring this.
It's gonna be a long flight.
I'm sure we can find something else to pass the time.
Not to be crude, but you were talking about sex, right? Okay, Devon.
Go time.
Babe, you okay? I went to the Buy More to get my dad's laptop.
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.
and of course, they couldn't find it.
- It's my fault.
I should have never trusted those jackasses.
No, it's my fault.
I shouldn't have pretended to be something that I'm not.
I thought that there might be something on my dad's computer that would.
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I don't know, change the fact that I'm just a stay-at-home mom.
Whoa, whoa.
Stop right there.
You are Eleanor Bartowski Woodcomb, Ph.
D.
, MD.
The brainiest, sexiest, kick-assiest woman I have ever known.
- You're not just anything, Ellie.
- Really? You're Mrs.
Awesome.
Thanks.
- What happened to you? - I've been in a drug-induced stupor.
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for the last 24 hours.
What did I tell you about letting Jeff buy you drinks at Chili's? Sir, listen, Chuck and Sarah tranq'd me.
They breached our apartment.
I blew it and I'm so sorry, sir.
So I'm turning in my wings.
One, you're not an aviator.
Two, these wings are plastic.
Yeah.
No, I told the Southwest pilot they were for my nephew.
That's not the point.
The fact remains, I let you down.
And I'm sorry, I can't lie to Chuck anymore.
You don't have to.
From here on, we're on the same team.
Oh, yes.
What a relief.
- Okay.
- Gotcha.
All right, that's enough.
Can I have my wings back? - Mrs.
Woodcomb? - Yes? Hi.
I believe that I have something of yours.
This is my dad's computer.
Where did you find this? The Nerd Herd gave me the wrong computer.
- I found your address in the bag.
- Thank you.
You have no idea how much this means to me.
Hi, you're home early.
Babe, it's dinnertime.
What? Clara is taking a monster nap.
I must have lost myself.
- Is that.
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? - Yeah.
Great news.
I found my dad's computer.