"Hi, I'm Chuck." "Here are a few things that you might need to know." "We spared no expense recreating the Buy More." "It's now a full-fledged CIA-NSA substation." "I'm pregnant." "Oh, my God, oh, my God." "Alex, I'm your father." "If Volkoff has any intel on my mom, we need to try and find it." "Someone is looking for you." "Who?" "Your family." "Have you told Volkoff anything?" "Told him nothing." "That's good." "Okay, we're a man down, so you three really need to step it up while Ellie's out of commission." "Devon, I'm 13 weeks pregnant." "Exactly- we've already lost 13 weeks, and there are a lot of decisions that need to be made:" "natural or water birth," "Ergo or BabyBjorn?" "Spanish or French as a second language, or are we gonna blow it wide open and go Japanese?" "Devon, the baby's not due for another six months." "You still have a little lead time." "Exactly, thank you, a- and besides, tomorrow is Chuck's first day back at Buy More." "Oh, and, and Morgan's." "Thank you." "A little acknowledgement goes a long way." "You know, Ellie, it's not that big a deal." "Morgan and I, after all, have worked for the Buy More before." "Well, it's still exciting, and it's safe." "It's safe and exciting." "You tired, babe, huh?" "I know you haven't been sleeping well." "Is the baby resting on your spleen?" "Okay, Devon, seriously, you have to relax." "The baby is like the size of a walnut." "Hey, hey, watch your tone." "Eardrums develop in week 12." "Our little walnut can hear everything you say." "What is happening?" "I have no idea." "Hey, you guys should be taking some notes over here." "You could be next." "Well, I don't know, Sarah would have to unpack first for them to even think about starting a family." "Snow pea?" "Do you think it's weird I haven't unpacked yet?" "What?" "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, of course not." "I mean, you know, it's only been eight months." "Right, and, uh, and I've been on missions practically the entire time and I have to go away again soon." "Totally, I get it, you know that I get it." "Look, don't listen to Morgan." "He doesn't know what he's talking about." "The guy eats cereal with a fork." "So you're okay with it?" "You're here." "That's all that matters to me." "Okay?" "It's not weird at all." "It's totally weird, right?" "Of course it is." "I mean, she won't put one thing in her side of the closet, not a thing." "It's like she'd rather be on a mission than, than back home with me." "Well, it's just when everything seems great and everything seems perfect, that's usually when you find it, man." "Find, find, find what?" "The Achilles' heel." "Chuck, every relationship has one- the singular problem that cannot be overcome even in the greatest romances" "Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde," "Anakin and PadmÃ©." "Are you saying then that Sarah not unpacking is our Achilles' heel?" "Take my advice, buddy:" "keep your feelings to yourself, okay?" "You don't want to give her any more reason to bolt." "BECKMAN Chuck Bartowski, please report to the manager's office." "Duty calls." "Thanks for the talk, buddy." "Of course." "Roger that." "Gentlemen, you're dismissed." "How you guys doing?" "So, uh, I'm Agent Grimes." "You're Special Ops." "I know you guys are all undercover spies, but" "I'm pretty familiar with the old girl" "Buy More, you know." "If you have any questions, feel free to ask." "Take a little coffee break, we'll just kind of go..." "We're working." "We don't take breaks." "You're a very tiny man, aren't you?" "Uh, have you looked in a mirror lately?" "You're, um, just quite impressive, to be honest with you." "I mean, it's really just the physical specimen." "I used to be like that, but- oh, just gonna pick that up with one arm?" "You're just gonna one-arm that thing?" "Okay, that's, uh..." "I used to do that myself, but I just forgot my weight belt." "One of our agents was killed in Milan last night while he was tracking this woman" "Sofia Stepanova." "Hi-yo." "Who do we have taking our surveillance pics?" "Because those are tremendous." "Can you see the way...?" "What?" "No, no, no, no." "I'm just saying, clearly..." "Is she in a bathing suit?" "I didn't even notice that the first time." "We can all acknowledge that Ms. Stepanova is quite fetching." "Hmm." "But don't be fooled by her appearance." "We believe she's the executor of Volkoff's most important weapons deals." "She uses her cover as a runway model to travel the world, get access to the most powerful people, and deliver weapons like this." "Stepanova stole an ammunition clip containing smart bullets from a weapons development facility outside Paris." "Mr. Bartowski." "Uh, what are smart bullets?" "Microchip controlled." "They have a built-in GPS." "The bullet guides itself to the target." "Something a good spy would never need." "Maybe you should get some." "Actually, that's exactly what I need you to do." "Stepanova plans to sell the weapons at a party during Milan Fashion Week." "I'm sending you two to intercept them." "Colonel Casey... after the Yves St. Laurent incident, you will obviously have to sit this one out." "Stab one guy with a stiletto..." "Bartowski, Walker, you'll need to leave immediately." "Packed and ready to go, General." "Now, there's a woman in love." "No one loves a mission more than Walker." "You need to be on your guard out there." "Volkoff and his people- they're serious." "Yeah, yeah, I, uh, I got it, but the closer I get to finding Volkoff, the closer I get to finding my mom." "Well, I won't be there to rescue your ass." "I'll be stuck here." ""Stuck here."" "Come on, Casey, you know you like Burbank a little." "Okay, granted, we'd all rather be on the Amalfi Coast or Bora-Bora or something like that, but don't you feel a little bit at home here?" "Yeah, I guess, about as much as Darfur or that cave in Afghanistan." "Okay, but then, supposing there was someone- could there be someone, a person- who makes you feel even a little more at home, like Alex?" "I mean, you see her a lot, right?" "No." "No?" "She's your daughter." "Spies don't put down roots." "That's the rule." "Rule." "It's not a rule." "It's a, it's a notion or a suggestion or guideline." "It's about that Achilles' heel thing, isn't it?" "Achilles- how do you know...?" "Grimes told me." "That pipsqueak will talk to anyone he thinks is listening." "Chuck, beautiful women have a lot of baggage." "You should be happy Walker's is just a suitcase." "Any sign of Sofia?" "New look." "New Day." "Who knew!" "No, not yet." "Strapless Versace, huh?" "Very daring, Agent Walker." "How much Project Runway have you been watching?" "âª âª" "There she is." "It's got to be in the purse." "The smart bullets?" "All right, I got this one." "Ya..." "Excuse me." "Who do you think you are?" "Nobody, I'm nobody, this is nothing." "No, I wasn't trying to do that- put my hand on your bottom." "Your hand is still touching my perfection." "So it is." "So sorry about that." "That was an accident- a happy accident, kind of, I guess, not really- uh, but I'm not a weirdo pervert by any stretch of the imagination." "Then what are you doing here?" "I'm, I'm here with, um..." "Oh, I see." "Oh." "No harm done." "Did you get it?" "Not exactly, no." "Had a little awkward moment there, actually." "What happened?" "I went for the purse and then she turned and then my hand was very- I mean, very lightly on her- kind of- you know, really it's not that important." "She's still at the bar." "He's taking her purse." "What, who is?" "The bartender." "She's already made the drop." "Hand it over." "Okay." "Uh, Sarah." "She knew we were coming." "Let's go." "Okay, remain calm- remain ca- remai..." "Should I throw it?" "Why did it click?" "Clicks are bad." "Okay, it must have a pressure sensor." "If you let go, it'll explode." "Oh, go quick, quick, quick, quick, quick." "Do what you do." "Sarah, listen," "I cannot die without you knowing that I accept you for who you are, okay?" "Your weird unpacking habit- it doesn't matter to me." "Nothing matters." "I still love you." "You still love me?" "Sorry, what, what?" "Did I..." "Those weren't the best last words, were they?" "Top three things you can do with a Roomba." "Number three." "Go" "Okay, this new Buy More has changed a lot, and I don't think it's for the better." "Shut up, Grimes." "Dude, what is up with the Buy More?" "Everyone is, like, scary efficient." "Hadn't noticed." "Hadn't noticed, either." "Bull's-eye." "25 feet." "I can do better." "Okay, tell me not everyone in here is a spy." "Chuck promised Ellie he's not working for the CIA anymore." "I'm worried about her- she's not sleeping as it is." "If she even thought that Chuck was still a spy..." "Bartowski's out." "Buy More's still my cover, though." "Sadly, that hasn't changed." "Oh, no." "Something about this place still seems a little..." "Off." "30 feet." "That's more like it." "Where is Chuck, Morgan?" "You know, we make a great team, you and I." "You are such a day-saver." "I am super proud of you." "I really am." "Proud of us, really, you know, and how well we work together." "Any sign of Sofia?" "Uh, no, no." "Are you mad at me?" "If the weapon wasn't in her purse, then she certainly didn't have it with her at the party, because that dress didn't conceal much." "I wasn't..." "I wasn't looking." "Hey, I wasn't looking, first of all, and second of all, it's a very stressful situation, watching one's life flash before one's eyes like that." "And at the end of the day, and you have to admit this," "I did say, "I love you."" "That's what should matter, right?" "We can both agree on that." "Chuck, if we hadn't stopped that bomb, your last words to me would have been about my weird unpacking thing." "You're right, and I'm sorry." "I should never have done that." "And the crazy thing is, I don't even care." "I don't." "Spies pack light;" "I get it." "Yes, we do pack light, because we have to be prepared for the next mission." "And right now, we really need to focus on this mission." "Let's go, Chuck." "Can I help you, Mr. Grimes?" "Yes." "Actually, I'd like to talk to you about how well things are..." "going here at the Buy More." "Things do seem to be running quite smoothly." "Exactly." "Yeah, uh, that seems to be the problem to me." "It's too right that it's... it's wrong." "And tell me, Mr. Grimes, what do you know about running a CIA base?" "Nothing." "But I do know how to run a Buy More." "And with all due respect, General, this is... no longer a Buy More." "You have five minutes." "I'll only need two." "Walk with me." "You see, one of the defining characteristics of the old Buy More was its inattention to detail." "For example... take this generic yet... tasty chocolate drink, right?" "Now, a year ago, this would have sat, oh, for about a week until Jeff came along and lapped it up off the floor." "Here, this one's fresher." "Enjoy." "My people were trained to be observant and efficient." "It's the CIA way." "Ah, but it's not the Buy More way, you see?" "Now, if customers don't have hazardous spills, mislabeled product, surly employees to distract them, well, they may start to enjoy their time here." "Let's continue." "I don't want to be an astronaut anymore, Mommy." "I want to work at the Buy More." "First you got to stay in school, little man." "No one should ever, ever want to work here." "See, you have to look at the big picture here." "A pleased customer's gonna want to stay in the store longer, he's gonna want to bring his friends, maybe, bring his family, tying up valuable CIA resources, not to mention... encouraging them to look a little deeper." "And what happens, General?" "What happens when they do look a little deeper?" "Maybe, maybe just one customer discovers what's really going on here." "General, look... if even I can see through this Buy More cover, what's an enemy spy gonna think?" "What do you propose?" "âª âª" "You look really pretty right now." "I'm just saying, with all the blood rushing to your head, it brings out the color in your cheeks." "Hey." "Spiderman kiss?" "No." "Okay." "Maybe later." "If I could just..." "There we go." "Down..." "I see Sofia stays in the Presidential Suite." "And they say crime doesn't pay." "âª âª" "Hmm." "Hmm?" "Huh?" "What?" "Uh, it's nothing." "Nothing." "No, please, say it, Chuck." "It's just, it's not a spy thing, per se." "What's not a spy thing?" "Unpacking." "Not a... not a spy thing." "I mean, not every spy has issue with it, like some spies... do, you know, clearly, because Sofia felt comfortable enough to settle herself in, and it's only a hotel room." "Just thinking out loud." "Mm, thank you for that." "There's a safe in the corner here." "Oh." "Nice." "Good eye." "Everything looks secure here, ma'am." "Miss Sofia, could we have a moment to talk?" "Just stand guard." "That's what you're here for." "Mmm... âª âª" "What do we do now?" "We can't leave without the weapon." "âª âª" "Can you see anything?" "Are you serious?" "Am I serious?" "What?" "Who do you think I am?" "If we can't see anything, then she can't see anything, either, right?" "Right." "Okay, well, I'll get the card, and you get the safe." "Break." "Miss Sofia?" "Don't turn around." "I have something I need to tell you." "Miss Sofia, I love you." "Don't move." "Look at me." "Okay, you should know that I have a girlfriend." "For so many years I've been your muscle." "But, you know, the strongest muscle in my body is my heart." "And now it belongs to you." "Sorry." "Who do you work for, and how did you find me?" "I would love to get into this." "Is it... is it at all possible for you to cover yourself with maybe a towel?" "Ha, ooh, hey." "Is she naked?" "Who?" "Yes." "Yes, she is." "Chuck, run!" "âª âª" "Did you get the weapon?" "You bet I did." "Stop!" "Put some clothes on." "Right." "Understood." "I will put a team on it tomorrow." "Yes, and thank you for shopping at the Buy More." "So, everything going well upstairs?" "Too well." "Unfortunately, I can't say the same for things down here." "Your work in Milan was excellent, but we've analyzed the chips you brought back." "They're not functional." "What do you mean, they're not functional?" "They're fakes." "Sofia was one step ahead of us." "She must have hidden the real chips somewhere else." "Interpol and FSB are looking for her now, so... all we can do is sit tight until she pops back up on the radar." "General, sorry to disturb you, but there's a man from the Better Business Bureau here to bestow the Buy More with an award for excellence." "He needs the manager to formally accept it." "I'll be right there." "We need new blood upstairs." "Hopefully, your..." "woolly friend, Mr. Grimes, will come through." "Will, um... come..." "What?" "Come through with what?" "Let's just say... he's recruiting." "Day 184." "Still running from the po-po." "Oh, sweet Buy More, why and how did we ever burn you?" "It's been, uh, dark days." "We've been taking gigs at the Whisper Lounge in exchange for scraps of tapas, which..." "And... we live here now in the wild... with my van... where no one can find us." "It's not all bad." "I've been... expanding my understanding of the universal mind." "Jeff has a new pet rock named Bruce." "I asked him why Bruce, and he said when he hits it it doesn't "bruce."" "Oh." "Why do you even bother with these idiots?" "They may be idiots, but they're my idiots." "The Buy More's been my home for eight years, so without Jeff and Lester, I think it would just feel like another electronics store, you know." "Do you ever miss Ace of Base?" "Always." "Jeffrey, we've been made!" "Get the suicide pills." "We are going down like Thelma and Louise, just like we practiced- Thelma and/or Louise." "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "They're everywhere!" "Wait, wait, wait, wait." "I got this." "I got this." "We are not the boys you are looking for." "These are not the boys that we're looking..." "Hey." "Cut it out." "Listen to me." "We just came here to give you your jobs back." "What job?" "Your old jobs." "Guys, the Buy More's been rebuilt, and nobody thinks that you burned it down." "It's okay." "What are you talking about?" "Cars have been following us for months." "How do you know they weren't just driving behind you?" "Hmm." "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." "You came all this way just to offer us our jobs back?" "You're seven minutes from Burbank with traffic." "No, no, no." "No, no, no, no, no, no." "I see what's happening here, Jeffrey." "For some unknown reason, they need us." "We have leverage." "It's time to negotiate." "All right." "If we take our jobs back... we want a raise and perks." "The company car and three kilos gluten-free biscotti." "I think my water just broke." "This is truly one of the most degrading things I've ever done." "Look, I know you'd rather be on a mission with Chuck and Sarah, but your whole life doesn't have to be missions." "I was talking to Alex the other day, and she said she hadn't heard from you in a while." "Why are you talking to my daughter?" "More importantly, why aren't you talking to her?" "Well, she has her mom, friends, whole life." "I just... don't fit in." "You're not gonna if you don't try." "Hey, Devon." "Need some help?" "No." "No, no, no, I'm good." "Just shopping, but I was in the Buy More." "Everyone there was super-attractive and highly skilled." "It was like" "I work there." "But why would I work in the Buy More?" "Hmm?" "Unless I was a spy." "Um, Devon, you know that Casey and I are still spies, and the Buy More is still a cover, but Chuck has nothing to do with it." "Exactly." "I'm out, bro." "I know." "I know, man." "I'm sorry I questioned you." "And I know I've been going a little overboard lately, but it's just really important for Ellie, you know, to know that everyone who is here is really here for her now." "Okay, that everything's normal." "Yeah, tot..." "Totally normal." "Normal, as the Spanish would say." "Not irregular." "Thank you." "All right." "Oh, let me help." "No, babe, I got it." "You don't lift a finger." "What is all this?" "Oh, just a few sleep machines." "You know, rain forest sounds, white noise, dolphin chatter, the "yoozh."" "Oh, that's very sweet of you, honey, but you've already done so much already." "I mean, look at the apartment." "You have two bassinets, we have a kitchen full of baby vegan food." "Sweetheart, we are not vegan." "But we could be." "I just want to know what's really going on here." "We both know that you're not good at letting people help you." "Oh, you've practically raised Chuck on your own since your mom..." "So this is about my mom?" "No!" "What?" "No." "Devon, you are the worst liar in the world." "Just tell me." "Is this about my mom?" "Yes." "I just don't want you to feel like anyone or anything is missing." "Well, I don't want you to be worried about me." "I don't feel like anything is missing." "I didn't need my mom when I was a teenager," "I didn't need her in med school, and I don't need her now, okay?" "You and Chuck are the only family that I need." "Okay." "So let's make a deal." "I will let you help me, but you have to let me pitch in, too." "We're better as a team." "Don't do that." "What?" "Don't unpack, please." "If you do it now, it's only gonna be because we were talking about it, and" "I don't want you to do it because of that." "I want you to do it when you feel comfortable here, when you feel at home." "I do feel comfortable here." "It just..." "It doesn't come naturally to me, putting roots down." "I know." "You were always on the run with your dad, and being a spy doesn't make it easy to make a home anywhere." "I understand." "It's just what you're used to." "But I love you because we're different." "And one dress is not going to make or break us." "One dress." "What?" "Sofia unpacked everything except for that one sequined dress." "Right, she put it in a suitcase." "Haven't we seen that dress before?" "On the security cam footage." "Why would a model wear the same dress twice when she has a closet full of options?" "Because maybe it's not just a dress." "Beckman said the technology was in the microchip, not the bullet." "What if the chips...?" "Are hidden in the dress- the sequins?" "And when Fashion Week ends, she's gonna slip the dress through customs." "Through one of the collections." "That means she's still in Milan." "Closing night is tomorrow night." "We need to get back there right now." "Well, it's a good thing we're already packed." "If Sofia is hiding the dress in one of those collections, it should be in one of the backstage areas." "Yeah, I'm gonna guess it's that one." "Those look like our men." "You think this plan will really work?" "Absolutely." "Watch me." "Hey." "Signore, signore." "Buona sera." "Buona sera." "It's a pleasure to meet you." "It's a pleasure." "Pleasure." "My name is Charles Carmichael, and I know that's got to be very confusing for you right now, so let me explain." "I'm actually the guy that you're looking for, and unfortunately for you, I'm gonna need the dress that's right behind that door." "And good night." "Well, that went better than I thought it would." "What?" "You don't have any faith in my tranq gloves?" "Come on." "I'm pretty proud of them." "Okay, you take that side." "The rack, okay." "And you go..." "Okay." "Excuse me." "Okay, we need to be quick, remember." "Going as fast as I can." "There's a lot of dresses here." "None of those." "Oh." "Bingo." "Bingo." "Hey." "Check it out." "Found it." "Oh, good." "Here." "Oh." "Hi-yo." "I just got to say- this-this was a great idea." "I mean, as far as missions." "Best ever." "Zip?" "Of course, yes." "You hold, and I zip- bada-bing." "Slip it back into this." "And Bob's your uncle." "Bra." "Of course." "Strapless dress." "What was I thinking?" "Okay." "Let's go home." "Shall we?" "Try in here." "Okay, slight problem." "Uh, here, go." "I love you, Sarah." "Chuck!" "I think you got something of mine." "Drop it." "Oh." "Oh..." "Five on one." "Five on one." "Yeah, not the greatest odds." "I get it." "I get it." "You messed things up with Miss Sofia." "No, I didn't mess up anything with Miss Sofia, okay?" "You really didn't stand a chance." "She's cold and distant and-and..." "Here we go." "Here we go..." "That's not..." "Could you hold that just for a second?" "Thanks." "That's what I'm looking for." "You slapped me." "Well..." "Aah." "Red is a good look for you." "It distracts from your face." "Bravo!" "I assure you, General, my cover is still intact." "I know." "The two of you acted quickly and intelligently." "And because of your efforts, we recovered the smart bullet guidance chips and put one of Volkoff's key sellers behind bars." "Well done." "It feels good to be back at work." "Feels good to be home." "Hey!" "I made you a protein shake with baby boost, babe." "Thanks, honey." "I'm actually headed out, though." "My husband bought sleep machines in excess the other day, so I'm heading to the Buy More to return them." "No!" "I mean..." "It's totally my fault." "I should return them." "Honey, I think I can handle it." "Hey." "We're a team, remember?" "Right, absolutely." "All right." "Don't feel like you got to spend a ton of time there." "Huh?" "Hurry home." "All right." "Hey, Devon." "Dude, the hen has left the nest." "The hen..." "What?" "Ellie is en route to the Buy More." "Okay." "Bro, I know we talked about this, and I know you're not a spy." "But is Ellie going to believe that when she sees the new Buy More?" "Electronics, roll left." "Entertainment, right." "Okay." "Oh, this is perfect." "My pleasure." "Aw, I love babies." "El, hey." "Hi." "Welcome to the new Buy More." "Yeah, what's going on?" "This place seems so strange." "You know what it could be?" "The, uh, the current corporate restructuring that's going on right now." "Everybody's just kind of, you know..." "Yeah." "We, the- Excuse me." "Sorry." "The restructuring has actually been restructured, so..." "Although it may appear a bit off," "I can assure you that the Buy More is, well, the Buy More." "âª âª" "Hi." "Can one of you help me?" "No." "We're on break." "âª âª" "Rumor has it you're pregnant." "Is there room in that womb for two?" "Run along, Jeff." "Let me know." "Some things will never change." "Well, I'm still here to help." "Told you." "Just like normal." "Mr. Grimes." "Diane." "General." "My superiors have been monitoring the Buy More since it reopened." "And they believe your additions have made for an airtight cover." "I think you have earned this." "Thank you so much." "Yeah." "What have I earned, exactly?" "The keys to the Buy More." "Ah." "I'm making you store manager, Mr. Grimes." "Wait." "I'm sorry." "I think what you meant to say was "assistant store manager."" "Don't make me regret this." "I'm manager?" "I'm manager?" "Congratulations, Grimes." "Guys..." "What, Morgan?" "We're trying to relax here, man." "Drinks on me tonight!" "Thank you, buddy!" "Thank you!" "Well drinks." "Well drinks." "And-And happy hour." "Same old Morgan." "Oh, hey." "Do you want to come get a drink with us, big guy?" "No, I have some mission prep I have to take care of." "Uh, Casey..." "How's Burbank ever going to feel likeome if you don't give it a chance?" "Yeah." "The Buy More may be your home, but it's not mine." "Alex?" "Hi." "It's me." "Dad." "Good to hear your voice, too." "âª âª" "âª âª" "âª âª" "So I'm mixing it up a bit tonight, and we're going sparkling." "It's official." "What's official?" "Oh, you didn't have to..." "I wanted to." "I've never had a real home, and I wanted this to feel like one." "Let me help you." "What's this?" "Uh..." "That's just something that I like to keep in my suitcase... at all times." "Whether I'm in Portugal, or Russia, or Burbank, this, uh, makes me feel comfortable, safe." "Look, I know that it's probably taken me longer than a normal girl, but you should know that you're my home, Chuck." "You always have been." "Ooh." "âª âª" "What?" "Nothing." "Nothing." "Just some... some stupid thing that Morgan said, that's all." "What did he say?" "You can tell me." "He said that just when you think your relationship is perfect, then you find your Achilles' heel, the thing that's going to destroy it." "You thought ours was the suitcase?" "It's a stupid theory." "It's-It's nonsense." "It's Morgan." "Who are we kidding?" "We don't have an Achilles' heel." "We have a real future ahead of us." "Maybe Awesome's right." "You know, marriage, baby..." "Who knows?" "Maybe we're next."