Chuck

Camp security coordinator.

Devon? Oh, baby, you're burning up.

Justin!

They just left.

I took care of the husband and made it look like malaria.

She doesn't suspect a thing.

Guys, we got to get this place fixed up

before Devon and Ellie get back.

Well, actually, I was going to start with our place.

That is, if your offer for me to move in still stands.

Yeah.

It's official.

There is absolutely nothing on TV.

Yeah. Monday nights can be a bit of a wasteland.

President Jakaya Kuti of Zamibia arrived in Los Angeles today.

On his agenda are diplomatic meetings

and a performance of Beethoven

tomorrow night by The LA City Symphony.

Ugh, sounds like Beckman.

Hey. Jackpot!

Oh, no, no, no. You've made me watch this before.

This is ridiculous.

Sarah, please. You could learn a lot

from spies like these.

Are you kidding me?

Look at these people.

They're breaking about 17 different rules of protocol!

Sweetheart,

I'm not actually implying that you could learn anything

about being a spy from Chevy Chase or Dan Aykroyd.

I was just simply making a joke.

You remember? Jokes?

Taking a girl out, you know, and buying her dinner,

and then she won't put out for you.

I love you.

Sorry. I must have fallen asleep.

Chuck.

I love you.

Oh, Sarah, it feels so good to finally hear you say that.

Sarah, look outside, quick.

Finally.

I'm so hungry.

Isn't it great we found a place

that delivers Zamibian food?

Zamibian food?

Hello, Chuck.

Shaw?

Oh, what?

Did you have another bad dream?

It was, it was about Beethoven...

and Zamibia...

Chuck, I'm worried about you.

Every time you fall asleep, you have a horrible nightmare.

But this one was trying to tell me something.

Tell you what?

General, the Ring is going to try

and kill the president of Zamibia

at the Beethoven concert tomorrow night!

Tomorrow night?

We could have done this in the morning?

You know how dear my sleep is to me, Bartowski.

Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Casey

and General. I-I know that it's very late,

and you are obviously very...

...busy. Um...

But the president of Zamibia is in danger.

Did you flash on something, Chuck?

I...

Mm...

I know it because of my dream.

Your... Your dream?

I've been having these

very, very vivid dreams, okay?

First, I saw the news report

on Kuti, the president of Zamibia,

but then in my dream, I saw Beethoven.

And then Shaw was there, and he was delivering Zamibian food.

And then he tried to kill everyone!

So, obviously, the Zamibian president

is going to be assassinated

by the Ring at the Beethoven concert.

General, permission to slap Bartowski?

He had a bad dream.

General, Chuck has been under a lot of stress lately

with these dreams, and-

No, Walker.

I think I understand the situation.

And, to be honest, it makes perfect sense.

Thank you. Thank you, General.

Thank you very much. I appreciate that.

What are we going to do, huh? What's our assignment?

Chuck, I'm assigning you

to see a CIA therapist.

These dreams you're having

are getting in the way of your work,

and our sleep.

No, no, no, no. This is crazy. A therapist?

I don't need a therapist, okay?

Therapists are for people who have real problems.

I'm fine.

Are you comfortable, Chuck?

No, no,

not particularly. No.

How does this work, exactly?

I've only seen what you see in movies

and stuff like that.

Do you ask me questions?

And I just answer? Or is it like a word association thing?

So, you would, like, say "father" and-

Actually, no, no, no. Give me another word.

Do you want to talk about your father, Chuck?

This wasn't my idea, you know.

So, no, I don't really want to talk about anything,

to be perfectly honest.

Despite your sparkling conversation skill.

That was, that was a joke.

I was just...

Just going to town on that pad, aren't you?

Just a little joke. Okay, fine. I'll talk.

Where do I start? Uh...

Okay, well, my girlfriend just moved in with me.

Best part of my life.

Really rock-solid relationship.

Not a problem there.

You know, she's a little distant.

She could be more communicative, though.

But she doesn't exactly say, "I love you" back.

I've never really done this before, you know?

Even though I know that she loves me,

I'm just, you know, just kind of noting it.

Because I know. I know that she loves me.

And I know that.

Do you?

Let's get back to your dreams.

It's my belief that they are a product of your subconscious

interacting with the Intersect.

Wait, what?

How...

You know about the Intersect?

I'm a CIA psychiatrist.

I know everything about you, Chuck.

And as far as the Intersect goes,

we've known for some time

that it could spur a host of side effects.

Like dry scalp?

Because I have had annoyingly dry scalp since...

The Intersect is extraordinarily powerful.

It has the potential to...

overwhelm your mind.

With an end result akin to something much like...

insanity.

Insanity?

Doc, I'm not insane.

And you're not sure about that.

So, it could just be that the Intersect is doing its thing

while I'm sleeping.

And if that's true, then President Kuti is in danger.

Slow down, Chuck.

Something is going to happen at the concert tonight, okay?

And if I'm there, we-we could stop it

And then I'm not crazy, right?

I'm sorry, Chuck, but I can't let you do that.

Until further notice,

I'm removing you from field duty.

There he is.

Welcome home, pal.

It's good to be home.

Hey, look at you. All right. You know what?

I'd say malaria aside, you look pretty...

awesome.

I actually feel pretty great.

I'm ready to get back out there.

I had an important realization.

That looks don't get you everywhere?

No, Morgan.

You can die just as easily from a mosquito in Africa

as you can from a spy in Burbank.

This is what I'm talking about.

Listen. Fear is the mind killer.

Yeah.

Right.

You can't live scared, bro.

Not for yourself, not for anyone.

I think it's jammed a little bit, or something.

This one's broken.

Oh. Hey. Ah, Ellie.

I heard Devon has malaria.

Yeah.

Nasty stuff.

Had it four, maybe five times myself.

Tough to say.

Uh, you know, those meds aren't going to help him.

What he needs are African snake herbs.

I might have some back at my place.

I will keep that in mind, John.

Thank you.

Okay.

Crazy.

You're not crazy.

Don't freak out.