Chuck

Hi I'm Chuck.

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

You need to learn there are repercussions for your actions.

So, you're under arrest.

- For what? - Attempted homicide.

John Casey, you're under arrest for murder.

How are you holding up?

Well, the government I proudly served for 20 years

has locked me up with the scum of the earth.

I'm great.

Hold out your hand.

What is that?

We have a plan

to get you out of here. - Just take it, okay?

Do you have any idea how hard it is

to shrink blueprints down to this size?

The guy at Kinkos thought I was crazy.

Put that away. I am not breaking out of prison.

Casey, there is a very strong case against you.

Escape might be your only option to get your life back.

If I break out of prison, I'm a fugitive.

I don't run from the law. I am the law!

Now, Decker has me in here for a reason.

I'm gonna sit tight, keep my head down,

you figure out what his angle is, okay?

Fine.

You gonna be okay in here?

Yeah... if that one doesn't drive me insane.

Okay, I admit it,

I tried to poison you to keep you subordinate.

What is the big deal?

I could have died.

But you didn't!

All right, look,

recently I put some people that I care about through a...

through some rough times.

That's the thing: true friendship is,

uh, it's confusing, isn't it?

Mm. Look, guys, please, just, ah, tell me what I have to do

to get out of this place.

It's so simple. Okay, Jeff has agreed

to drop all charges under one condition.

Okay.

You promise not to poison him anymore.

Yeah, I'm sorry, I can't promise that.

Wake up, man! You are gonna get yourself killed in this...!

You know what? It doesn't matter. I don't care, all right?

Good luck in prison. You know what?

No, good luck to you both finding a better Indian guy

in your life or at the Buy More!

I will see you both in hell!

Which is just what I call "visiting hours."

John, let's go back inside, bench press some poundage.

I'm gonna look like a Hindu Michelangelo

by the time I get out of here.

Why, you... John, move!

I told him I was in here for parking tickets.

It takes every fiber of my body not to drop that barbell

right on his throat.

MAN (over P.A.): Visiting hours are now over.

I gotta get back in there.

Check into Decker, but be careful.

He's capable of anything.

Thank you.

I can't help feeling like Casey going

to prison is all my fault.

What? Why would you say that?

'Cause I'm the genius who started the private spy company

and convinced you both to work with me.

Chuck, that's not true.

Decker wanted Casey in jail no matter what.

I mean, whether we worked for ourselves or the CIA,

it doesn't really matter.

And I'm not just saying that to make you feel better.

Well, maybe a little.

Thank you.

Chuck, you've got...

Sarah, you got a...

Oh, no.

Sorry for the theatrics getting you here.

Sometimes it's just more fun

to knock somebody out and toss them in a van.

Why'd you bring us here?

I need you to do a job for me.

You throw our partner in jail

and now you want a favor from us?

In exchange, I will make all of his charges disappear.

Think of Mr. Casey as a giant slab of leverage.

We all know that stubborn bastard will rot in prison

unless I say otherwise.

You have the entire CIA under your thumb. Why us?

This mission involves some

extremely dangerous technological terrorism.

Sure, I have agents who can write code,

but none who can do it as well as you can

and handle themselves in the field.

There's no room for error here.

We need you.

Okay, we're listening.

We've been tracking a computer supervirus named the "Omen."

Tech has only able to uncover bits and pieces,

but they assured me they've never seen anything like it:

metamorphic code capable of erasing

100 zettabytes of data per second.

What does any of that mean?

It means that this virus could essentially wipe out

every database in the world in, oh, five seconds.

And just as we were zeroing in on its origin,

all signs of it disappeared. That's why I need you.

Locate the Omen, bring it back to me, Mr. Casey goes free.

And what if we say no?

I have men on the inside

who can make your friend's life a living hell.

Though, to be honest,

I imagine hell will have no trouble finding him in there.

No fights. Keep your nose clean.

Harder than I thought.

What do you think you're doing, inmate?!

Sorry if I got too physical.

It's the uniform.

Don't apologize. I actually enjoyed it.

Thought you would.

Look, I'm glad you came to see me.

I have something to discuss with you.

Uh-uh! I'm all for business,

but first, wouldn't you like

to take advantage of your state-given right?

What right is that?

A conjugal visit.

I would very much like to take advantage of that right.

I thought you might.

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I'm assuming you don't want to stay over.

Maybe next time.

What's on your mind?

Listen, Bartowski and Walker are damn good spies,

but I don't like that they're down a man,

especially if Decker is up to something.

So you want me my team to track them?

Make sure they're safe?

Not your team, you.

I figured you could take my place.

Right, I'm gonna take orders from Ward and June Cleaver.

It was just a suggestion.

Well, stop making suggestions.

Okay. I'm done.

It is hard to say no to you.

I know.

I hate this.

I mean, do you remember why we started

Carmichael Industries to begin with?

Corporate discount on the pinball machine, right?

Ha. We did it to gain independence.

And where are we now? Beholden to Decker,

the exact type of person

we said we'd never deal with again.

Stop it.

You know we're doing this to find Casey.

I know, I know.

All right, let's find us a virus, shall we?

Uh, what is happening?

Is that, is that chardonnay?

I haven't seen this in a long time.

We used to call this routine "The Routine."

That's very creative.

Yeah.

Yeah, Chuck has quite a reputation

as a hacker, you know?

They used to call him "The Piranha."

Swordfish, right?

The movie is based on him. He doesn't like

to talk about it 'cause he doesn't think it was a A-plus film.

Why? I thought it was pretty good.

Yeah, it's okay, but it had a lot of plot holes

and those hacker scenes were just, like...

Someone coded the name into the Telix-script!

A little inside joke for anyone running viral countermeasures.

When The Piranha got really into a coding session,

he could get a bit giddy.

Yeah, it's kind of cute.

Yeah, it's also super nerdy.

It's definitely that, too.

Got it! The name was encrypted.

So I ran an elliptic curve algorithm to find the key.

And of course after that, it was cake.

Well, hello, Colin Davis-- the man behind the Omen virus.

Coming your way in three, two, one.

Guy was a head programmer at The Collective;

a rogue group of technological terrorists who sold viruses

to the highest bidder.

Three months ago, he disappeared with the key to the virus.

Drop off the grid crazy-guy style. I like that.

Well, Mr. Colin Davis, let's see

if you left us any clues as to where you went.

Mm-hmm. Shoot. I promised Jeff that I was gonna help him

with this whole Lester thing.

All right, guys, you'll be okay here.

Oh, make sure that he eats.

When he gets all plugged in,

he goes overboard with the chardonnay.