Chuck

Hey, I'm Chuck. Here's a couple of things

that you might need to know, or maybe you just forgot.

I'm not who you think I am.

You're Orion.

My father invented the Intersect.

No hug for your old partner?

I'm been looking for you for a long time.

Put him on the helicopter, and kill his son.

I overheard them say that they're moving your father

to a place called Black Rock.

Black Rock is a code name

for a secret FULCRUM base in Barstow.

I'm shutting down this project.

Chuck's going into lockdown.

Operation Moron is over.

They're gonna take you underground.

We have to run. Your dad is still out there.

You're committing treason, Sarah.

You could go to jail.

I know.

According to the coordinates, this should be Black Rock.

Well, it doesn't exactly look

like a FULCRUM compound now, does it?

Maybe your flash was wrong.

No, no, no. No, they had to have just moved my father.

Look at these. These beer cans are fresh.

There's still ash on the cigarette butts.

Could have been kids having a party.

Great. Now, we've got to go back

and start all over again. - Chuck, we're AWOL.

It's why we ditched the car.

If Casey finds us,

I go to jail,

you go to a padded cell with 24-hour surveillance.

There is no going back.

Don't give up, Charles.

Cute couple.

If anything happens to them... - What are you

going to do?

You going to... you going to kill me?

You going to beat me to a pulp? - I'm sure you can

come up with something more creative than that.

No, you...

you had it right. I'll kill you!

Uh-uh, oh. Forgot about that.

I'm sorry. I'll tell you what.

As long as the new Intersect

is operational by tomorrow night,

your son will be fine. - Hold on.

There's still a ton of diagnostics

to run, simulations...

I can't guarantee I can finish it by then.

Well then, I can't guarantee your son's safety.

The safety of the Intersect

is no longer my main concern.

I want you to hunt Agent Walker and the Asset down.

Bring them back-- dead or alive.

Understood, General.

Once the Intersect is in our possession,

this mission will be over and you will have

your pick of assignments.

Your country thanks you...

Colonel Casey.

Congratulations.

You've earned it.

Got it.

Hey, John.

What are you doing here, bro?

Uh... I, I...

Chuck hasn't been showing up to work.

I was looking for some clues

where he might be. - Hi, John.

Hi. - Chuck, I just, I just heard from him.

Really? He just called? - Yeah.

He left a voice mail not five minutes ago.

Our wedding is this weekend

and he decided to go out of town.

Oh. Uh... well, good.

Glad to hear... hear he's safe.

Sorry, nervous Nellie, I guess.

Have a nice day!

Babe, we've got to get a lock for that window.

(garbled transmission over headphones)

I need emergency satellite tracking on an unregistered line

that dialed the following number less than five minutes ago.

So, um, as you can see...

just the one bed.

A little presumptuous, I guess.

Should I have asked for separate rooms?

No. It's fine.

As long as we're on the lam, I can't let you out of my sight.

I'm going to take a shower.

I'm going to assume that that whole out of sight thing

doesn't really apply right now.

Right.

I'm at the motel a mile south of the base.

They just checked in.

You want me to kill them?

No. No.

Vincent, I may need them for leverage.

When the tests are complete, feel free to use

whatever despicable acts

of violence are in your nature.

You could eat them if you want, I don't care.

Uh... I'll, uh, I'll sleep on the floor.

No, it's okay.

Why are you doing this?

Because the floor is gross,

and I'm not going to make you sleep on it.

No, I mean, why are you here,

risking everything that you worked so hard for?

Because, after everything that you've done for this country,

you deserve to find your father,

to get the Intersect out of your head

and to have a chance at a normal life.

Thank you.

You don't have to thank me.

It's my job to protect you.

What about when it's not your job?

What happens to us then?

One mission at a time, Chuck.

Telecom tracking complete. Location verified.

Gotcha.

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Friends? (chuckles) I wish people in our

line of work could afford friends.

That's just one of the sacrifices

of upper management.

Yeah, well, Big Mike is my friend,

and I never would have betrayed him

if you hadn't tricked me.

Really?

Do all your friends give your mother urinary tract infections?

Listen, Grimes.

I am offering you a cup up

the corporate ladder.

Dude... - Now...

I need a new assistant manager.

Will you be my Ass Man?

Are you kidding me? No. Never.

And as far as friends go, I have Chuck; that's all I need.

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Don't move. Don't move.

Okay. - Don't breathe.

Don't move, don't breathe, don't move.

Just stay there. Stay there. Stay. Stay.

I'm going to kill you, Morgan.

Dead man walking.

What do you want, Morgan?

I want to speak to Michael.

I want to clear the air.

Come closer.

Mike, I know that this...

this whole thing is my fault.

I never knew Emmett

was trying to take over the store.

Truth is,

I just wanted you to stop dating my mother.

You should be so lucky that a man

of his stature would defile your mother.

Um, sorry.

Never take sides

against the family again. - Understood.

What can I do to make it right?

I'll do anything...

stepfather.

EMMETT (over P.A.): Michael, there's a mess that

needs cleaning in bathroom stall three.

No, let me do it.

Sir, I'll handle this.

We all have

to clean up our own messes in this world, son.

This can stop anytime you want.

All you have to do is accept my offer.

Yeah, okay, Emmett.

Okay, don't move. I'm going to be right back.

Oh, oh, oh...

I have very sensitive sinuses.

Well, nine millimeters of hot lead

should clear that right out.

You really think you could run away from me? Let's go.

What? Okay. Look, Sarah had nothing to do with this.

What's going to happen to her?

Sir, we have an issue.

I told her not to move.

Ooh...

Chuck, let's go.

Sorry, Casey.

: Oh, God.

Oh! Oh!

FULCRUM is here.

We can't leave Casey. They're going to find him and torture him.

Chuck, don't you get it?