Chuck s04e20 Episode Script

ÿþ1 Hi, I'm Chuck.
Here are a few things you might need to know.
Wait, wait.
Vivian Volkoff is trying to kill me? It appears she's going after the man who took down her father.
Bad news.
Ellie's been working on your dad's computer.
My dad was trying to figure out a way.
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to input knowledge into the brain without having to learn it.
Replace the computer's hard drive with a blank one when Ellie's not looking.
I'm great, Mom, you know? Uh, she's sleeping halfway through the night.
And Devon has that breast-feeding simulator.
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so I'm fine.
You know I love babysitting my granddaughter, but I am a trained spy.
What gives? I didn't wanna say anything until I had any solid conclusions but.
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Is that your father's old computer? Yeah.
I found it underneath the seat of his Mustang.
I had a major breakthrough a few days ago.
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and then I found thousands of pages that I've never seen before, all labeled X.
How far into them are you? Not very.
But there's references in here.
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to you and Dad and this Agent-X.
Do you know anything about this? No.
Did you happen to run this by your brother? No.
I don't want Chuck involved.
I mean, obviously, this has to do with Dad's spy life.
Look at this.
This Intersect project? Downloading information into the human brain.
This is amazing stuff.
I've never heard of it.
Do you think that Dad had the Intersect running with this Agent-X? I really don't know, honey.
I don't know.
All right.
I'm gonna go give Clara her bottle.
I'll be back.
Stephen, what did you do? Eddard, you don't let your kids keep a dire wolf.
That's a terrible idea.
- Are you ready to head out? - Hmm? Mm-hm.
Will you sign these when you get the chance? Just wedding prep docs.
Mm-hm.
"Prospective husband, prospective wife.
Legally binding, prenuptial.
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" - Prenup? - Post-it notes on the signature pages.
Just sign and date.
I forgot to shower.
- Go in.
I'll get a ride from Morgan.
- Didn't shower this morning? Just the body.
Not the hair.
So now I feel dirty, smelly, European.
Okay, okay.
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- I will see you there.
- Great.
Prenup? Jeez, I thought things were going so well.
It was.
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She's just taking precautions.
Half of all marriages go down.
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it's good to see yours is going so well.
Hilarious.
But you know what? It works.
So you.
Spending a little money on the side? Gambling debts I don't know about? Of course not.
You know me.
I don't know why she'd do this.
Something has got your girl's dukes up, okay? Get the facts.
- Smaller bites, please.
- Don't henpeck.
You overanalyze everything, Bartowski.
You talk every issue to death.
It's exhausting.
I'm exhausted just sitting here.
Wow, I really do that? Spies have secrets.
If you're gonna take it to the next level with Walker.
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you have to understand that.
Sign the papers.
Be cool.
Yeah, Chuck.
Be cool.
Be cool.
It's kind of new territory for me, honestly.
Cool.
Good advice.
I'm gonna get out of here before I'm scarred for life.
Mail call.
Thank you, sir.
Me.
Me.
Alex's return address.
Looks like an invite.
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Love letter, I think.
- Invite.
What is it, Grimes? Spill.
An invite to Alex's graduation.
Look, she desperately wanted to invite you, all right? But technically, in her mother's eyes, anyway, you are still sort of.
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Well, mostly dead.
She just can't.
Stupid of me to think otherwise.
Duty calls.
Team, as you know, the bombs planted in Castle.
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had Volkoff parts and design.
Langley has tagged Vivian Volkoff as the responsible party.
- They put out a kill order.
- Off parts? What? - Two men dead, Bartowski.
- But it could be a rogue.
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in Volkoff's organization.
- Look, I've spent time with Vivian.
She's not a cold-blooded killer.
Just give me a chance to persuade her to come in.
- She worked for us, we owe her that.
- We don't owe her.
I'll compromise.
Set a meet with Vivian.
Casey, prep a sniper team.
She gets hostile, take her down.
Roger that.
No matter how much you believe in this broad, remember, she's still a Volkoff.
Don't let him get to you.
He's just being Casey.
Sure.
No, it's cool.
I know I sprung those papers on you this morning.
So, uh, I assume you wanna talk about it? No.
Prenup.
Signed, sealed, delivered.
So we better gear up, huh? I'm in position.
She makes one wrong move, I take the shot.
Look, Chuck, a prenup doesn't mean the end of our marriage.
Well, look, hey, you're a spy and spies have secrets they need to protect.
Cool.
No.
I don't keep secrets from you.
- It's just, uh, family stuff.
- Got it.
Done.
Yeah.
Cool.
Heads up.
Here they come.
Okay.
I'm here in the middle of nowhere.
Why? The Volkoff bombs were planted in Castle.
Two men died and the CIA holds you responsible.
I'd never do that.
I'm a businesswoman.
I'm trying to make Volkoff Industries.
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into a legitimate enterprise.
I gave a list of every black market agent.
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I swept out all the operatives.
I even brought you something.
From an arsenal of my father's weapons.
- What is it? - I don't know.
Look, I want nothing to do with my father's world.
Do you trust me? - Snipers! Hit the ground! - Casey, stand down.
Stand down.
It's not us.
I don't know who it is.
I can't pinpoint the shooters.
Snipers? This is a setup? What? No, no, no.
Wait, wait, wait! Vivian, wait! - No, this isn't us.
- Go, go, go.
Unh! I trusted you! How could you do this to me? - Aah! - Vivian! We couldn't determine the source of the shot.
It wasn't us.
- And the weapon Vivian offered up? - It's not in the Intersect.
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and we can't figure out what it does.
- It proves nothing.
The kill order stands.
Okay, hang on.
What if she was being straight with us.
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and it is a deadly weapon? That enough to recall her kill order? And who exactly is going to give us that intel? There's only one man who can tell us.
Unfortunately, he's also the most dangerous man in the world.
It's true.
I cut in front of William in the cafeteria line.
I admit, I.
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have entitlement issues.
I owe an amends.
My apologies.
Explore the feelings.
I feel.
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better.
I feel.
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Prisoner 9205, you have a visitor.
I feel like I'm about to have some fun.
- First off, we don't trust you.
- I understand.
I'm ashamed of myself.
There is an assassination order out on your daughter, Vivian.
You can help remove it.
It's all my fault.
Absentee parent.
What's with this good-guy act? Charles, Sarah, I've had a lot of time to think about my life.
I'm not interested in how the world can serve me anymore.
I'm interested in how I can serve my fellow man.
Sure, awesome.
Well, if that's the case.
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if we identify this weapon, we can help rescind your daughter's kill order.
That's the Norseman.
It's a DNA tracker.
A tiny sample and a target or a family of targets.
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can be picked out of a crowd and killed instantly.
There are two other components.
Where are they? That's valuable information.
Now, there's the conniving, manipulative Volkoff I know.
The requirement for spiritual growth.
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is making apologies to all the people I've harmed.
Making amends.
Most important to me is my daughter.
For five minutes with Vivian.
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l'll get the other components for you.
I see.
Let you out of jail so you can escape? Sorry, not falling for it.
Hey, Dad.
Um, I am so sorry.
Mom sent out invitations to Morgan's new address instead of the Buy More.
Not an issue.
I'm meeting Mom after the ceremony for dinner.
But I told her between dinner and the party, I was having drinks with friends.
- You lied to her.
- Then I can come meet you.
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and show you a video of the ceremony and.
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- That would be an intrusion.
I really.
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- I want you to be a part of this.
- You name the place, I'll be there.
- Great.
- Ah.
Oh, uh, okay.
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So, uh, I'll be in touch.
Great.
Roger that.
- Hi.
- See you later.
- Okay.
- Ugh.
Since Volkoff identified the Norseman.
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Langley is putting the hunt for Vivian on a back burner.
They want the additional weapon components.
We'd be happy to, except the weapon's not in the Intersect and the only man.
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who can find the components is.
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- Coming in right about now.
Say what? - What is this? - I'm not normally one.
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to question authority, general.
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- Not the time to start, team.
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Volkoff.
- Thank you.
Please brief the team.
The man who has the Norseman targeting component.
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is a well-known high seas pirate.
Ellyas Abshir.
Ellyas Abshir.
Kidnapper, vessel thief.
Last seen in Mogadishu.
- How did the pirate get the component? - I lost it in a poker game.
He's addicted to gambling.
I'm not buying his newfound spirituality.
What's in it for Volkoff? The general caved to my demands.
Really? No alarm bells ringing here for anyone else? Not getting the sense we're being played for suckers? The Norseman is extremely dangerous.
Washington wants it now.
Damn the risks.
Volkoff will accompany you to retrieve the component.
For the next 48 hours, he is your responsibility.
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when do we fly? My cover is a Volkoff agent.
I'm going in and I just need the layout.
Beckman uploaded a layout of the compound by Sky Drive.
Only way in is through the front door.
It's a rat's nest of a hellhole.
But the gambling's good, buffet is decent.
It should be me going in.
- That's my job.
- Then you tell him that I sent you.
It'll scare the hell out of him.
Sad, isn't it? Why do I always choose fear over love? Okay, Oprah.
Park it.
Come on.
Hey, you, uh, good? You're being awfully cool about the whole prenup thing.
Yeah.
It's a nonissue.
Don't you wanna know why I asked you to sign it? - You'd tell me when you were ready.
- It's got nothing to do with us.
No, I get it.
Is that cool? Yeah.
So really, the missing link isn't actually missing.
It's a misnomer when a fossil shows a specimen.
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in a state of intermediary development.
- It's missing.
You think it's wise.
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to argue in front of the baby? - No.
The Agent-X file I showed my mom is missing.
It happened after we left for breakfast.
My mom was here babysitting.
Why would she delete a file from my dad's computer? Honey, you're going from zero to 60.
I think you just gotta calm down.
Mom, it's me.
Can you call me when you get this, please? Thanks.
I don't know, Devon.
Something is not right.
I'm gonna get to the bottom of it.
Watch him.
Did I hear prenup? - You overheard a private conversation.
- I think you're handling it really well.
You're seeing her side of things.
That's so important.
You know, Dr.
Nelson, the prison shrink, he taught us.
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that a major part of recovery is seeing the opposing points of view.
Thanks, Dr.
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Charles, I've been thinking a lot about your mother lately.
I owe her an amends.
Do you think if you talk to me, you might.
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? You're a kind of a sore subject.
Of course.
- Ready? - Okay, Charles, remember.
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you're a criminal.
You work for me.
You work for Volkoff.
I'm looking for Ellyas Abshir.
Who are you? I work for Alexei Volkoff.
Volkoff.
Volkoff.
Alexei Volkoff? Did I not pronounce that correctly? Sometimes, the Russian thing, the W's, the V's.
Wolkoff, perhaps? Alexei Volkoff is a powerless worm in a U.
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Penitentiary.
He still has a little pull.
He sent me here to broker a deal for the Norseman tracking device.
Not for sale.
- Why didn't you tell us Ellyas hates you? - Everyone hates me.
I accept that.
I haven't mentioned my terms yet.
We're prepared to pay.
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With your life? Good.
I think maybe you're putting words in my mouth.
Specifically the word "life.
" Come on.
Somali pirates wanna take him.
Go in with that firepower, it's gonna be a bloodbath.
If you wanna get Charles out alive.
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I need to be there.
- Fine.
- I can't go like this.
They'd laugh.
Let me get a little something out of my prison kit.
Please.
Pick a game.
Dice.
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roulette.
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cards.
You win, the tracker is yours.
I win.
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you die.
Do you have Uno? Honestly, sweetheart, I copied one file to cross-reference in the CIA database.
When I put the flash drive in, it disappeared.
Well, Mom, why didn't you say anything? I know it's important to you.
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working with your dad's computer, and I just.
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I felt stupid.
It's okay.
The computer automatically embeds backup files in the hard drive.
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so I didn't lose anything.
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Good.
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If we're gonna make that reservation.
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we should get going.
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Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Go on.
Get out of here.
Have some fun.
- All right.
We'll see you in a few hours.
- Okay.
Let's drop this plan and actually go to dinner.
The woman has the technical savvy of Steve Jobs.
She didn't just erase a file.
We're gonna stand here, wait for her to do something? Oh, we didn't have to wait very long.
She's doing it.
Okay.
She's spending the night, we follow her in the morning.
- See what she's doing with the file.
- We're not spies.
Act like it.
She's keeping something from me and I wanna know why.
Sir, the tracking device.
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- You're a cheater.
You just cheated.
He cheated.
I saw you palm a card out of your.
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Tell it to Saint Peter, dead man.
Hello, Ellyas.
You cheated.
Give him the targeting device.
You are supposed to be locked up.
What the hell is happening here? I'll show you what the hell's happening here.
Ooh! Your morality is in a state of development.
For once in your life, you're gonna play fair.
The tracking device or your life.
- Take it.
It's yours.
- Thank you.
We do have one problem.
- What's the problem? - There's something I've gotta do.
And it's gonna be really painful.
- We need to get out of here right now.
- We got it.
Let's roll.
Come on, Alexei, we gotta go now.
You know me.
You know what I'm capable of, Ellyas.
The time has come for me.
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For me to.
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apologize.
I want you to understand.
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l, like all other men, am still a work in progress.
What do you say, Ellyas? Forgive and forget? Um.
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Okay? Okay.
Go.
Okay, okay.
- I feel so free.
- Do you? - That's.
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Thanks for your time.
Such a good feeling, isn't it? Here we go.
Let's go.
Thank you, Mogadishu, and good night! Come on.
- All that remains - Thorium.
- My finest piece of work.
- Where does it come from? Far-off land.
To mine it, I had to wage war against the peaceful natives.
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and ordered the destruction of their Hometree.
I'm just kidding.
They showed it to us last week.
Avatar.
- So it's rare.
- Incredibly.
And chances you don't know its location are slim.
My grandmother always used to say play your cards close to the vest.
And wear a coat over the vest or you'll look like a jerk.
Team, good progress, but Langley is getting antsy.
Well, general, we think Volkoff knows where the killing agent is.
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but he's being uncool about it.
General, I want proof you're gonna keep your side of the bargain.
There is a classified document on the conference table.
A communication between Vivian and the CIA.
It's been redacted, but you'll get the gist.
You're just gonna have to trust us.
The thorium's in a Swiss military bunker.
The locks are coded to my DNA.
We fly at midnight.
Fuel my jet.
You don't have a jet.
Of course.
Old thinking.
It creeps back.
Let's creep back to your cell.
Come on.
Okay, honey, I'll call next week.
- And if you need anything, you call me.
- Okay.
Thank you.
Bye.
- Target's on the move, Hot Mama.
- Copy that, Six Pack.
I got the baby, you get the car.
"Meet me at 8.
The shooting range to celebrate.
Love, Alex.
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Hey, I just got your text.
What's going on? Your sister is breaking through the firewalls.
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of the Orion computer.
What? No, no, no.
I knew about that, but I had Awesome.
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take out the hard drive and disable it.
- He didn't.
And the progress she's making in her access.
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it's as if your father intended for her to find out about the Intersect.
- Oh, my God.
- I've taken files piecemeal.
I think I got the dangerous ones.
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but she's onto me.
She's following me.
Okay.
Okay.
Let's think about this.
Let's think about this.
What are we gonna do? The time has come for her to find out what it is you do for the CIA.
No.
Mom, we've been down that road before, okay? She gets the truth now, she could resent me for all the lies.
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and it'll tear us apart.
- She is finding out on her own.
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which could be infinitely worse.
Our family has relied on secrets and lies for way too long.
- Bartowski, Beckman's on the monitor.
- I'll be right there.
Not you, Bartowski.
The other Bartowski.
She says it's urgent.
We'll discuss later.
Okay.
I'd like the second file from Orion's computer to be the last that I acquire.
It's not gonna be easy to keep secrets from my daughter much longer.
Cards on the table? Washington is hungry to expand the Intersect program.
Ellie has unlocked material our best technicians couldn't get near.
We've never even heard of Agent-X.
Neither have I, but that doesn't mean it's related to the Intersect.
Still, it seems Ellie has exclusive access.
The director wants her to keep working.
Diane, she's not a spy.
She's my daughter.
Mary, I'm sorry, but it comes from the top.
Oh, Danny boy The pipes are calling Oh, Danny boy Volkoff is here? What the hell is going on? He got a 48-hour furlough to get us the Norseman.
It wasn't in your Volkoff file.
Have you heard of it? Just whispered about.
Never laid eyes on it, which is worrisome.
Watch your back, Chuck.
Maybe he's a changed man.
- He asked to see you to make amends.
- We're talking about Alexei Volkoff.
His mind is twisted.
Never believe a word he says.
And never let him out of your sight.
You understand? Cool.
No guns, no ambush.
- Maybe this isn't a trap after all.
- Yeah.
Can't trust a limey with good teeth.
Well, we have Mr.
Cool in there.
What do we have to worry about? Bartowski, we lose audio, we're coming in.
- Sounds good, buddy.
- The thorium is behind this door.
But first, to get in, I gotta win a game of chess.
It's fully automated, constantly evolving.
Plus, there's a five-minute clock.
I guess there's consequences if you lose.
Oh, yeah.
Well, you don't have to stay.
You can wait with your friends.
Alexei, as much as I like staying away from life-threatening situations.
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wherever you go.
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Fasten your seat belt.
It's gonna be a bumpy match.
Welcome, Mr.
Volkoff.
Ready to play a game? Alexei, just stay cool.
Yeah, I know you don't like Bartowski's groovy attitude.
God knows where he gets these ideas.
Well, it kind of threw me when he just signed that prenup.
- That's what you would've done.
- But now I see Chuck's side of it.
Flipping out about our relationship boiled down to the contents of an envelope.
Seeing the end before we've even started.
So why the prenup? I have money socked away in case my dad gets arrested again.
Well, I'm sure Bartowski could handle it.
Any excuse to weep and hug.
Yeah, well, it's more about what it dredges up for me.
My relationship with my family and having to take sides.
Caught between your parents, huh? Tough place to be.
Hardest place for a kid is right in the middle.
Roger that.
Check, Mr.
Volkoff.
Shake it off, shake it off.
You're doing great.
You are still in check, Mr.
Volkoff.
If this is Mr.
Volkoff.
Guns.
Big guns.
Lots of bullets.
Sort of overkill.
Story of my life.
What is going on with you? Come on.
Let's do this.
I used to love games like this.
I didn't care whether I lived or died.
Now I do care.
I don't wanna die.
I'm gonna lose.
I'm gonna die.
No.
You're not gonna die.
We're not gonna die right now.
I get that you're trying to better yourself.
But would a spiritual man freeze in the face of adversity? Would he choke and die so close to fixing things with his daughter? Would he hide under a table if his fiancée handed him a prenup to sign? No, he wouldn't because he'd be cool.
- It's not working.
- Damn it! You still have the DNA of the world's most evil weapons dealer.
You are a villain, sir.
Your name strikes fear in the hearts of even the toughest of swine.
And that name is.
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- Alexei Volkoff.
- You say it like you mean it.
My name is.
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Alexei Volkoff.
World's biggest badass.
Killer of men, conqueror of nations.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Game, guns, clock.
What's going on? Right into my trap.
Checkmate.
Ha, ha.
Good.
Now get a move on.
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before the computer changes its mind, okay? We're losing audio.
What is that? Is that Russian? - Yeah.
Go.
- We need to go.
The last level of security is coded to my DNA.
I assume that's thorium.
Let's get this over with.
We'll get to that.
But first, I have an amends to make to you.
Oh, yeah? Well, uh, I'm well aware of all the bad things you've done.
- I'm learning not to hold it against you.
- It's not what I've done.
It's what I'm about to do.
Chuck? Hey.
We just picked up some Russian on the radio.
- How long is this gonna take? - See, you were right.
I'm Alexei Volkoff.
And always will be.
Wait, wait, wait.
What is happening? This is what we call the twist.
I have a company to run.
I need leverage to run it.
Norseman is the most dangerous weapon in the world.
I just needed my father's DNA to get the killing agent.
What? So this is a setup? You were shot.
- You two never communicated.
- Yes, we did.
The minute you showed me the Norseman component.
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I knew it was a message from my daughter.
You and I are gonna run this company together.
Vivian, I owe you.
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the humblest amends.
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for being totally absent during the formative years of your childhood.
There will be plenty of time for that, Father.
Thorium is useless without the other components.
The other components are what's useless.
They can be rebuilt.
But you'll never have this.
Place the grenades.
Now, Viv, darling, get these handcuffs off your father.
- We've got a lot of work to do.
- Sorry, but here's the real twist.
Dead by your own plasma grenades, impossible to defuse.
Young lady.
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you get me out of these handcuffs immediately.
This is your father talking.
- Trust no one.
You taught me that.
- It didn't include me.
- Vivian, you are not this person.
- You don't know who I am.
You have both lied to me, betrayed me and shattered my life! Vivian, darling, I've always been on your side.
The photographs? The necklace? Tokens from a stranger! I don't know you.
I will never know you.
Goodbye.
Vivian.
Vivian.
Please.
Let's get to the bombs and see what we can do.
Maybe I can get through them.
Gonna carry us on your back? Is there any other escape from this room? She hates me.
Whoo.
No, I'm sure she's just going through a phase.
Actually, she's not going through a phase.
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but snap out of this right now.
- Just let me die.
- We all die.
What would Dr.
Nelson say? You're not seeing it from her side.
If your recovery was real, you'd see she's just hurt and angry.
- I failed her.
- No.
You made a great first step.
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in repairing your relationship.
It's just gonna take more work.
You really believe that? We have 10 more seconds left.
Just forget about him! Uh, modified directed EMP.
This year's innovation.
I was gonna tell her all my secrets.
We were gonna be partners.
Not anymore.
Welcome to the future.
Why did she do this? She's my daughter.
She takes after me.
Please, Charles, take me home.
Alexei.
I understand you wanted a minute.
Mary? - You well? - What is it you wanted to say? I have done terrible things.
I've been evil.
But I was drawn to the goodness in you.
Alexei, this is not necessary.
- Yes, it is.
I was not worthy of your love.
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.
like Orion was.
Please accept my apology.
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and know that I'm doing my best to improve.
Thank you, Charles.
Remember, family and friends are everything.
Money, greed and power are a dance with Satan.
And he looks like me.
- Dad, don't say it again.
- Mm-mm.
We'll have dinner the day after graduation.
I don't want you lying on my behalf.
Me neither, but lying to her kind of goes with our territory.
It's not fair for you to be torn between two parents.
Not okay.
You're my father.
I don't mind being in the middle.
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as long as that means I get to have you in my life.
I mind.
I respect that you don't wanna tell your mother the truth, but.
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.
we have to come up with a compromise.
I can't be there on the day.
Unless.
.
.
Unless we tell your mom the truth.
That I'm alive.
Yeah.
Let's tell her the truth.
Oh, that scares me.
- Done.
- You don't have to do that.
Please forget that that ever existed, okay? And can you please stop being so cool? - That is so not cool.
- Just read it.
"I, Sarah Walker, promise to always love Chuck Bartowski.
In return, he will always love me.
" I can't read this fine print.
The fine print says: "I promise Chuck that I will not even contemplate the word 'divorce'.
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and I will never use my prenup.
" I already signed it.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Ellie.
Sarah, I have to talk to Ellie now or I'll lose my nerve, I know it.
Your mother is right.
Ellie's better off finding out from you than on her own.
- Should I finish my wine first? - Come on, she'll understand.
Chuck, being a spy isn't just what you do.
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but it's about who you are.
Go and tell her.
Thanks.
Be right back.
Hey, EI.
Hi.
Uh, Devon's putting the baby down.
Let's, uh, go over here.
That's some look you got on your face.
Well, uh.
.
.
I heard that you've been kind of busy lately.
Yeah.
Ha, ha.
A newborn'll do that to you.
Yeah, that's true.
Um.
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.
Is there anything pressing going on? I should get dinner started.
EI, I need to talk to you about Dad's computer.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
I thought that I uncovered some secret files.
Turned out to be cheats on some video game he was developing.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Just gibberish, really.
Chicken á la king isn't gonna cook itself.
I'm gonna get in there.
- Okay.
Yeah.
- Okay.
My sister just lied to me.
She's never lied to me.
Not cool.
We build the device as quickly as possible.
There was only one man my father was afraid of.
One threat to Volkoff Industries.
He went by the name Agent-X.
I'm gonna track him down and kill him.
Then no one can touch me.
Ever.