Chuck

Hi I'm Chuck.

Here are a few things that you might need to know.

You really think you've been fighting evil...

...doing good?

You think it was all a coincidence?

The Intersect, FULCRUM, the Ring, Shaw, Agent X?

You're just a pawn, you always were.

No, no, n-n-n-no, don't take the Intersect.

- You're fired, Chuck. - No!

Operation Bartowski is done.

What if we went into business for ourselves?

Hartley turned over all of Volkoff's assets to us.

Our first purchase was the Buy More

and everything below it.

Freelance spies.

Under the radar, above the law.

Oh, man, this is gonna be so much fun.

Nice.

Guys... I know kung fu.

So... ocean view, gulls flying by?

Think this is something you could get used to?

Well, I-I think I'm more of a toes-in-the-sand kind of girl.

I like the idea of waking up in the morning

and rolling out onto the beach.

Okay, well, then maybe we can find

a nice little place on the sand someday

if we, you know...

Survive this?

Yeah.

Hi.

How you doing today?

No shooting.

I don't want the blood and the mess on the pool deck.

Make them jump.

Think we can survive this?

I don't think so, honey.

Honey?

You talk like an old married couple.

Well, actually...

No, no, I'm sorry,

I don't care.

Throw them off the cliff.

Do it and die, Jean Claude.

We just came for the vase.

It belongs to our client.

You let us have it and maybe we'll let you live.

You've fallen into our trap.

You see, we work with a master spy,

somebody who you can't see coming.

In fact, right now, he's probably...

I want it noted that I took out six of their guys.

He was taking this.

You thieves have expensive tastes.

This vase is worth

$6 million.

It's times like these, I wish I still had the Intersect.

Well, you don't.

What now, Moriarty?

Kill them.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait wait!

We have another master spy.

Okay, yes, yes, first mission as the Intersect.

You can do this.

They need you, Morgan, so get in there, okay, and you be a man.

No, be more than a man.

Start with the man part, just be a man first.

Keep going, thief, this is fun.

Well, the fun's about to end, Jean Claude,

because while we've been standing around chatting,

our other master spy has been effortlessly breaching

your compound's security.

I'm good, I'm good.

He's heartless, cruel...

I'm so sorry, fishies, about your pond.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You think your security men

are the best, top-notch?

I admit I do.

Well, our spy is currently slicing

through them like a hot knife

through butter.

Go on, say something about you-know-who.

Do I have to?

Yes.

He'll tear your limbs off and beat you with them.

Okay, okay.

Points for trying, but where is this master spy?

You looking for me?

Right here, tough guy.

Okay, here we go.

Here we go.

Kill him, too. Kill them all.

Come on. Now's the time, buddy.

I'm working on it, working on it.

And...

we're dead.

Let's dance.

Who the hell are you?

Charles Carmichael of Carmichael Industries,

private contractors, spies for hire.

Don't forget it.

Wow, I really thought that the latch

was latched, but, uh...

Buff that right out. I think we can,

we can still make that-- we'll make that work.

We're still working out the kinks.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

All righty, folks,

it wasn't a total catastrophe.

The client was not interested in the vase

but the microchip inside it, and that is intact.

Boom.

Señor.

Bang,

we are in the pink.

The vase was going to be our payment.

And...

still is, fully restored.

Who's not going to pay six mil for a slightly used Ming vase?

Chuck, we mowed through the Volkoff fortune

on start-up costs. I mean,

look at these numbers.

$42 million, which is still a lot of dough.

Rockets, bullets, the private jet,

servicing the private jet, the fresh shrimp

that Morgan likes to eat on the private jet.

You have to understand they're just not the same frozen.

They're expensive, and if we're going to stay solvent,

then we need to collect soon.

Or crawl back to Beckman, get a government contract.

Never had a problem with Uncle Sam.

Beat the yahoos we got coming in here.

Casey, our problem is not with Uncle Sam,

it's with Clyde Decker,

and I don't see that changing anytime soon.

Beg, plead.

You know I get antsy taking cases

with moral ambiguity.

Guys, come on.

Sarah, isn't this

what we wanted?

Come on, Carmichael Industries--

the independence and freedom to do what we want when we want,

and we're doing good, we're doing good.

We got a solid team.

We just need a little more time to get our feet on solid ground.

And, in the meantime, we work for dirtbags.

Chuck, you're handling this really well.

I mean, all the bumps in the road

and Morgan

with the Intersect and you without it.

Which is fine.

Morgan, yes, has the Intersect now,

but I'm, I'm happy for him.

Plus, I get to work with my smokin' hot wife

and my best friends.

Who could ask for anything more?

Okay.

What was that?

: What was what?

Are you hiding something?

Why would I need to hide anything?

Okay.

Okay.

Morgan, Operation

VFTB is dead.

"View from the Bluff" is dead?

Chuck, I found the perfect house for you guys.

Well, except that I was wrong

and Sarah doesn't want a house on the bluff.

She wants her toes in the sand.

Okay, fine, "Operation Toes in the Sand."

Actually, it makes a better acronym.

Toes in the Sa-- T.I.T...

Why don't, why don't, why don't we

just call it "Operation Toes," okay?

Oh, fine, fine, I'll start my research.

Oh, Chuck, I know you've been setting aside funds

for this house, you know, and I hope my accident

with the vase didn't, didn't blow it for you.

No, hey, hey, don't worry about it.

We've got a very promising potential client.

We're going to wine and dine him

and, soon enough, we will be raking it in.

Good, and you know what?

If it all goes south, well, we still have...

The Buy More.

She's served us well over the years.

It all seems so normal,

a little too normal.

Yeah.

Sleeping dogs, though; sleeping dogs.

Oh, it's Casey.