Chuck

Okay, I have to say this.

We should never do that again.

Mission's over, Chuck.

Plan went just fine.

Yeah, except that your plan necessitated

that we do actual plumbing.

And, for the record, none of us knows how to actually plumb.

We're going to burn these jumpsuits, right?

I second Chuck's motion.

No more plumbing on future missions.

What, are you going soft, Walker, huh?

It doesn't matter.

Beckman got the intel she wanted.

Bunch of nancies. Ew.

You need to change at Casey's?

Huh? Oh, no, thanks.

Actually, Ellie and Awesome are out of town

looking for a wedding site.

So I'm good to shower a couple hundred times.

Okay.

I'll see you tomorrow?

Sarah, have you heard anything from Beckman about Orion?

Uh, not yet.

These things take time.

Gotcha. Okay.

She gets how important it is, though, right?

I mean, you know, if we could find Orion,

then maybe I can get all these secrets out of my head,

and go back to my old life.

She gets it, Chuck.

We all do.

You want that, too, right?

Of course I do, Chuck.

Of course.

I mean, you deserve that. - Great.

That's-That's great.

I mean, I've only seen that little bit of Beckman's office

behind her chair,

but I can only imagine she's got

a whole crack squad of brilliant analysts

working hard trying to find Orion in the next room.

Chuck,

leave the search for Orion up to the team of brilliant analysts.

You need to get some sleep.

Why are you on?

All clear.

Alert FULCRUM-- Orion's gone.

Ice.

He was just here.

Let's go.

Get the computer.

Incoming! Take cover!

Down, down! Get down!

Wh...? When did this happen?

During the night.

Look on the bright side.

We don't have to buy TP for, like, years.

Why start now?

Oh, no. They defiled our home here.

This is our castle.

Why would someone do this?

Who could do this?

Finally!

Someone tried to clean up this store.

Barclay.

Assistant Manager Barclay. Beverly Hills Branch.

Or, for you, "sir."

I should have brought my resume.

Ouch.

So, Bar-clay,

you guys did this, huh?

Clever trick, Bartowski.

We admit nothing.

Although, we are in Burbank.

That should be a crime.

I know, I know.

Okay, Sir Barclay, hypothetically speaking,

why would someone like yourself

and your incredibly colorful

and well-coordinated team do this to our store?

I know why.

Hello, Michael.

Emmett.

Barclay.

You see, Barclay here is upset

that we're getting the new

Roark Instruments laptop

before they do.

We're getting the R7 gaming laptop first?

No one has even seen it yet. - Bet your britches.

We're the flagship store.

We should get those computers.

Flagship of my ass.

Now get out of here, Barclay.

You think Morgan over there is tough?

Wait till you see this guy.

How was that, Michael?

We got to work on that growl.

Uh, sir, what are we going to do?

I tell you what we could do.

We could assemble a counterstrike.

All right, all I need is a couple kegs

of Silly String, and maybe...

No retaliations.

Calm and collected.

That's the Buy More way.

Now, clean this place up!

Huh.

You feeling okay, computer?

Ah. Ha, ha, ha.

Yeah, okay. Who's doing this?

Your cleverness has been noted.

Why are we meeting?

You can hear me?

What? Hello?

Hello?

Hey, Chuck!

Hi. Hi. Hi, Sarah.

What was it?

Um...

There's something that I should probably tell you.

What? What did you say?

I found him.

I found Orion.

Or, actually, he found me

about ten minutes ago in the Buy More.

He tapped into one of the Nerd Herd computers

using, I might add, a very cool kind of hack.

Chuck.

How is that possible?

I-I... It probably has something to do with my search.

Your what?

Chuck put together everything he knew about FULCRUM and Orion,

and then he built an automated Web search.

I think I hit one of his security nets.

That's not how this works, Bartowski.

You don't conduct your own operations.

What did he say?

Orion.

Well, he knows I'm the Intersect.

And he's going

to send me a computer.

Where's the computer going?

To me.

I-I think.

I don't... We didn't really nail down the details.

I want that computer under lock and key.

Orion's computers are nextgen,

capable of overriding military defenses,

even hijacking computerized weaponry.

God help us if it falls into the wrong hands.

Delivery for Charles I. Bartowski.

What is it?

Says electronics. A computer?

The Roark 7.

Take that, Beverly Hills.

I'm Chuck.

You just leave it with me.

Thanks.

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Nothing. Orion hasn't delivered the computer yet.

Do you think he's going to bring it personally?

No, he's going to stay away for now.

Got it. Cool. So we wait.

Why didn't you tell me?

Um...

Chuck, your search for Orion was a rogue operation.

Do you know how dangerous that is?

Very.

And I didn't tell you. - And you didn't tell me.

Okay, you're right.

Completely and totally right.

But, Sarah, I want to get this thing out of my head

so I can go back to my old life

and have a chance at a real relationship.

Do you really think the NSA and the CIA

are going to be cool with that?

You should have trusted me.

Dude, what am I doing here? - Come on.

It's in Jeff's office.

Wait. No, no, no. Jeff's office?

Don't worry. You got to see this.

No, you don't understand. I don't want to go

into Jeff's office. It makes me feel... uncomfortable.

I know. Morgan, it's that good.

Come on in.

Oh, it's on.

Long time no see, Morgan.

Okay, I'm leaving.

Wait.

Look at this.

What is it?

It's like nothing I've ever seen before.

Liquid cooled, titanium housing, over-clocked processor.

Gentlemen, this is a work of art.