That was easy.
Yeah, too easy.
Wasn't even fun.
Speak for yourself.
I like easy.
Can it!
We have work to do.
Mac, get the panel.
All right, let's have a look, boys.
There's enough gold in here for us all to retire...
five times.
That gold's being used to secretly fund terrorists.
We're under strict orders
from President Clinton
to seal this place up.
While I may not like him or his mouthy wife,
those are the orders.
Anyone tries to open this door-
boom!
I'm just saying, you know?
Hidden in a vault...
hidden in our bags,
what's the difference, Casey?
The difference is that wasn't our mission.
Is that gonna be a problem for you, Packard?
Well, actually, it is a problem for you.
You're outnumbered, pal.
You're both with him, huh?
I'd like to retire young.
Maybe move to Boca.
You can't blame the boys
for thinking about their future, Casey.
You'll have plenty of time to think about your futures...
in Leavenworth.
Casey, Jeffrey and I were feeling
nostalgic for the days of the old Buy More.
So we decided, you know what would make
this place feel like home again?
Getting the gang back together.
You in, C-note?
I was never in your gang.
So what do you say, Friday night,
a little white zin,
a little Magic: The Gathering?
If you have the mana to battle the other Planeswalkers.
"Have the ma..." This guy.
You think about it, let us know.
Symmetrical thing...
Guess who?
Okay, soft, perfumed hands...
sweet, sweet feminine voice...
Chuck? That's easy. I would know that any...
Ah, it's Alex! Aw, that's even better!
Hey!
Boom.
Wait a minute. Did you... Did you just fist bump me?
Yeah, that's right because I blow it up with everybody.
Did you know that? I do. I get...
I get silly with that, and, uh...
Come on, Morgan. We're not buds.
We're dating.
I know that. I know we're dating, you know.
Just, you know, not everybody here knows that we're dating.
Morgan, you said that you were gonna talk to my dad about us.
I was going to.
I was. Check this out. Such a funny story...
Morgan, I get it.
My dad, he's very intimidating.
No, not, not the...
But it's really important to me
that we're honest with him,
you know?
Yeah.
I have to get to class in 15, but...
I will talk to you later!
Absolutely.
�S �S
Still haven't told Casey yet, huh?
No.
Well, be careful how you break the news to him.
He might kill you accidentally.
Sound advice, Chuck. Thank you.
Yeah, you know, anytime.
Um, buddy, can you, can you do me a favor?
Of course.
Um, could you cover for me up here?
I got a little work to do downstairs.
We just got a file from Costa Gravas
detailing all of their interactions
with the Volkoff Organization over the years.
Volkoff? I mean, that's good. This will lead
back to your mother, right?
Yeah, I certainly hope so.
I mean, ever since I told Ellie about the search,
the pressure's really been on to find her.
Ellie deserves to know the truth just as much as I do, so...
Okay, I've gone through all of these files,
Chuck, and there is nothing on your mom.
Okay, okay, so maybe there's nothing on "Frost" per se,
but perhaps there's something "Frost-adjacent."
You know, something that could lead us to her?
What about Volkoff's prisons?
What do you mean?
Volkoff has a network of "black sites" across the world;
basically, a private prison system
run by extraction specialists.
And if anybody is gonna know
where Volkoff's prisoners are held, it's these guys.
Sarah, those guys used to work for someone we know.
After I secured the gold using my handprint,
I dragged my former "team" halfway across the desert,
thereby saving their miserable, mutinous lives.
Oh, okay. Then what happened?
I had 'em court-martialed.
Of course, they promptly escaped
from a maximum security stockade.
To the Los Angeles underground,
where they survived as soldiers of fortune.
It's like The A-Team. You never...
Have you ever seen The A-Team?
I was The A-Team.
Ah.
They've taken a couple of shots
at me over the years.
The last time, I taught them to stay hidden.
Well, is there anything you can tell us
about how we might be able to find them now?
Casey, these guys may be the key to locating my mom.
The only place I can think of to get these three
sons of bitches back together would be my funeral.
That's it!
Casey, I know how to find your old team.
We have to kill you.
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Let me get this right: You want to use government resources
to stage a fake funeral for Colonel Casey?
Well, yes, uh, General, I believe we have
a unique opportunity here to set a trap
for Casey's old team, who happen to be Volkoff agents.
If they think I'm dead, they'll come for this.
My handprint's the only way
they're gonna access that Iranian vault.
Here's the plan:
First, we spread the news of Casey's death
through all the back channels
that civilians don't monitor but Volkoff does.
Next up, we kill the Colonel.
You want him to play dead?
I'll be drugged, ma'am.
When Casey's former team
sees Casey's actual body,
we believe they'll drop their guard,
giving us the upper hand.
And then we'll move in.
We will control every entrance and exit.
Snipers will posted and at the ready.
And the audience will be filled with agents
that we've planted there.
All right. You've clearly thought this through.
The mission is a go.
Thank you, General.
Colonel Casey, Agent Walker, you're both dismissed.
I'd like a word with Agent Bartowski alone.
I'm impressed; you've really progressed as a spy.
Thank you, ma'am. Thank you very much.
But I'm not sure if I know what you mean.
You've put duty above emotion.
I mean, using Colonel Casey as bait?
It usually takes years before an agent is willing
to put his teammates in harm's way.
Good tactical thinking, Bartowski.
Hmm.
Hmm, these pesky dress uniforms get a little tight
when you don't wear 'em for a while.
Listen, Casey, just want you to know
that if you feel the mission is
a little too dangerous and you need to back out
for any reason- I mean, I know that you and Alex have just
reestablished this kind of father-daughter connection right now...
Walker will be there. It'll be fine.
I'm serious, Casey...
Why don't you just stick to the mission?
Tell me about the drug you're gonna use to kill me, hmm?
What's it called, Fake-a-deathanol?
Cute.
No. As a matter of fact,
it's called Tetrodotoxin.
Normally it would just kill you outright,
but we've modified it so it'll
just slow down your breathing and heart rate.
Outstanding.
You will come across as being very, very dead,
but in actuality, you'll be very much alive and awake-
however, paralyzed. I'll show you how it works.
No, it's not like it's the first time I ever faked my own death.
About that, because you've been exposed
to so many truth serums and tranquilizers
and what-have-you's throughout your very long and colorful career,
we're not exactly sure
how long the drug's effects will last in your system,
so I'm gonna take the liberty
of stashing an extra hypo on your person.
I'd like a little alone time before I die.
One more thing,
one more thing, A little thing, uh...
Because Sarah and I are gonna be busy during all of this,
we're gonna need someone to deliver a eulogy.
I was thinking...
Of course I'll do it.
Oh, man, what am I gonna talk about, though?
I'm getting a little nervous, actually.
I think I'm starting to sweat.
Is that normal before a mish?
Can-Can I do that? Can I all it a "mish"?
Sure, whatever, yeah.
I just thought, given the Alex situation of it all,
this is the perfect opportunity for you
to get in Casey's good graces. I mean think about it.
Hel have no choice but to just lie there
and listen to every nice thing that you have to say.
See? This is why you, this is why...
Are you expecting somebody?
No...
Hey! Hi.
We have news.
On the count of three, okay?
Ready? One...
It's a girl!
Wow! Hey, wow. Amazing.
I- I didn't know you guys were hoping for a girl.
Oh, we would have been happy either way,
but I'm just excited to see my babe
with a papoose strapped to her.
Is that weird that I find that hot?
I don't - yeah, it's kind of... I don't know what a papoose is.
Papoose. It's a good time for them to drink.
I can't do that, obviously, but why don't you guys...
Oh, yeah! Yeah, pop it up!
Let's do it, let's do it.
Congratulations. Thank you, thank you.
Can I talk to you for a minute? Yeah.
Uh, well, it's-it's about Mom.
I know that I said I was worried about you looking for her,
but I changed my mind.
I... I want to know what happened to her.
Uh, what-what made you change your mind?
I just got to thinking, you know, I'm having a little girl,
and... is she ever going to know her grandmother?
Uh, well, I just found a promising lead.
So if it goes anywhere,
you'll be the first to know, okay?
Okay.
All right. Let's have some champagne.
Great. Well, I'll have a drink.
You will, for me. You can have some water.
He looks so peaceful.
Oh, whoa! That's freaky.
I didn't know he could do that. Did you know he could do that?
I knew he could do that.
Stop doing that.
Don't stare at me.
Okay, I got to go over my notes.
Listen to me.
Don't you worry about a thing.
I am gonna eulogize the hell out of you, buddy.
�S �S
Right. Got this.
Snipers are all in position.
We're set.
Hey, Alex, it's me, Morgan.
In case you don't recognize my voice yet.
That's my voice.
Just wanted to call you and let you know that, uh,
I'm going to tell your dad about us today.
I got the perfect spot for it.
Do you find it kind of sad that the only people who showed up
for Casey's funeral are the agents
that we planted here?
That's not true.
Is it?
No, no, you're right.
There are people here who also hate him.
Target one is in position.
What?
He just stabbed him with a pin.
He can still feel pain, you know.
Yeah, he's gonna be okay.
Just let him know, "Casey, I'm dating your daughter.
"End of story.
Uh-uh, end of story."
Take charge.
Showtime.
Please be seated.
Whoa, sorry.
You're sitting.
You know, if there was one word I'd choose
to describe John Casey,
that word would be: "forgiveness."
Big, gun-loving, Commie-hating forgiveness.
There was something I wanted to tell John before he,
before he passed.
There's something I need to get off my chest.
Oh, no... I- I know John is
somewhere out there...
beneath the pale moonlight,
listening intently.
I wanted to tell him how handsome he was.
And I never got a chance, darn it.
That man could fill out a uniform.
That's not a physique of a middle-aged man.
Am I right or am I right or, uh, or am I right?
'Cause- it's hot in here, isn't it?
But so what else is there to say about, about John Casey?
Well, he was a big man.
Big biceps, big hands.
I used to call them mitts. You know, they were
like giant mitts that could fit
all the way around my neck, anyway.
And I once, I actually saw him palm an entire watermelon.
Just one of his many strange hobbies.
Also, he has very large feet.
Should we maybe move in
before someone takes a blowtorch to his face?
No, we still have to wait for the other guy.
I could use them as-as a kayak, in case of an emergency.
2012 and all that.
It's okay; Casey's been through much worse.
His neck was always very,
very thick.
And I was always very jealous of it,
'cause I think, uh,
in Roman times, it was a sign of a great warrior
to have a neck like that.
Uh, don't quote me on that.
That's Wikipedia,
so it's probably, uh, at best, spotty...
Uh, where am I going with this?
Uh, well, maybe a better question is
where John Casey would want me to go with this.
They're getting up. Be ready to move
on my mark.
But, alas, we shall never know,
for he no longer walketh among the living.
We miss you, J-Case.
That's for sure.
And, uh, please,
come back soon.
In song and limerick.
Is he crying?
I'm done. Good-bye.
Did you really think we'd come to Casey's funeral unprepared?
You're all under arrest.
Give up now.
We have every exit covered.
I think you missed one.
Boom.
Has anyone got them?
Anyone?
I lost Casey.
I can't believe this.
I got Casey to fake his own death.
And now he can't defend himself.
This is all my fault.
Call Tactical. I want a hundred men
locked and loaded, ready to go on my command.
Did you find him yet?
I'm working on it.
Got it, got it. Tracker's engaged.
We have a lock on his location.
Okay, I'll call the strike team.
Please be alive, Casey.
This is Agent Bartowski.
Target needs assistance ASAP.
Move in right now.
Do you copy?
This is Tactical. We're at the location.
Do you have him?
They put his tracker on a what?
No, God, no!
No, don't shoot it!
They took off his tracker and put it on a cat.
Then where's Casey?
All right, so we got to chop his arm off.
It's the left one, right?
I was planning on doing it with this.
Not with a knife, no.
Too dull.
What we need is a surgical saw.
I got one in the other room.
Yeah, you mess up his hand,
you won't be able to open the vault.
Move...
Move, damn it.
Move.
Mac, you look like Dr. Frankenstein.
Now we're talking.
Like cutting into a bird on Thanksgiving.
Doorbell. Mackintosh.
Get your guns.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Check it.
Hey, buddy, is there anything I can do?
Anything at all to be useful?
Um, you know, right now, Morgan, the best thing you can do
is help keep Casey's cover, all right?
So if anyone asks about him upstairs,
just say he's on a delivery.
I should get back upstairs, right?
Yeah.
Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sarah, there's got to be
some way to find him.
You had to order a pizza.
What, do you want to eat pizza
after we cut the guy's arm off?
I want to eat pizza now.
Now is the time to eat pizza.
Right, you're right.
Oh...
Looks like John Casey ain't so dead.
�S �S
Casey.
Code red.
I've been drugged.
Don't know how long... stay conscious.
Need extraction.
In an alley- 4th and Hill.
I'll be in a Dumpster.
Don't worry, Casey.
I know that Dumpster.
Wait, who is this?
Where's Chuck?
We're on the way.
Lester.
Nerd Herd emergency.
Man down. Meet me at the Herder.
We track Casey's cell to this alley.
Stay alert.
Damn it.
He's not here.
Yeah, well, he was.
Well, he can't have gotten far.
There's got to be a clue or something.
Like an open window. He could be inside.
I'll call ctical. No, no, no.
We don't he time to waste.
We're here right now. Let's go.
Always the straitlaced ones.
I told you, everyone needs to
get their freak on sometime.
What's with the uniform, you think?
I got one, too.
Sometimes I like to feel official.
Go for Lester.
Hey, where the hell did you guys go, man?
I got a line of customers heading out the door right now.
Man down, man. Man down.
We had to go get Casey.
What?
You're with Casey?
Yeah, I guess his install went sideways.
Luckily, we intercepted his SOS,
'cause from the looks of it,
he's been hitting the OG kush.
Lester...
Lester, what does that even mean?
Look, never mind.
Whatever he did, he did too much of it,
'cause he can't move.
Yeah, he's got couch lock- bad.
Listen to me.
Forget coming back to the store, okay?
Can you just get Casey to my apartment in Echo Park?
There's a key under the mat.
Yeah, nono, no, we got keys.
What? I...
All right.
What?
Morgan... Morgan, that is fantastic news.
You stay put. We'll be right there.
Casey's safe. He's back at our apartment.
What? What happened?
Oh, my God.
Don't move.
Not moving.
Oh... oh...
Okay, don't move.
Yeah, I heard you the first time,
and I'm... and I'm-I'm not moving.
Careful.
Careful, careful, careful.
Uh-oh.
Uh-oh? You don't say "uh-oh."
You step out of that laser beam, and this goes off.
Okay, um, I think I can try and bypass the circuit.
Sarah, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.
What are you talking about? I was so set
on trying to find my mom that I let my emotions take over,
and now I've-I've-I've put everyone
that I care about in danger.
First Casey, and now you.
Oh, my God, this is complicated.
I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt
if this thing goes off, so... I want you to go.
Now, please.
Save yourself. Okay, you know what?
You could have told me that
before I climbed under those lasers.
I... when I... I didn't...
Chuck, you're being ridiculous- come on- even for a man
who is trying to free himself from high-tech explosives.
Casey and I know the risks, but,
of course, we're going to help you.
This is your mom.
I love you. You know that?
And I... and I'd say that even if you weren't
in the process of saving my life right now,
which does, by the way, make you 20% to 25% sexier in my book.
All right, 50.
Okay, all right. Listen, uh,
Chuck and Sarah are going to be here any minute.
Right? All we got to do is wait for them.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
You're blinking a lot.
I hope you know I don't understand Morse code.
That could be them.
Why would they be knocking?
No.
One minute!
What do I do with you?
Okay. Okay.
Work with me.
That's a good fit.
Oh. Hi.
Hi, you. Hi.
What are you doing here?
Can I come in?
Sorry.
You know what? I- I had this, uh...
this Halo tourney last night,
and it just got crazy.
I'm going to come outside and talk to you, if that's okay.
Yeah. Good, good, good, good.
Anything I can do to help?
What, you getting bored or something?
A little.
Oh, oh.
Suddenly not so bored.
It just powered down.
Okay. Why are you saying that like it's a bad thing?
Because I didn't disarm it.
I did.
Looks like you're in a bit of a pickle.
We set that trap for Casey.
But you two are almost as good.
So, anyway, I just came by
to see how it went with my dad.
Well, it didn't, uh... exactly go.
You know, it's a little complicated.
I'm confused, Morgan.
You called me to tell me that you'd talk to my dad,
and now it's "complicated?"
Do you want to tell me, like, what's actually going on here?
Mm-hmm.
But...
can you... can you do me a ge for?
Can we talk about this later?
No.
Right now is the option I prefer, actually.
Okay. Then...
I'm going to need you to leave.
What?
Are you breaking up with me?
I just need you to go.
Fine.
I get it.
Have fun playing Halo for the rest of your life.
I'm sorry.
Hey, eulogy guy.
Oh... okay.
I'm looking for Casey.
Uh, Casey who?
That Casey.
I've got a message for him.
We've got his friends.
We're taking them on a little gold-digging trip.
Casey knows where.
You tell him he's got 24 hours to show, alone,
or he's going to have two more funerals to go to.
Morgan. What's up, hombre?
It's Jeff.
Okay, he-he took too much...
I don't know what.
Now he's come down with... couch lock?
Ah.
Couch lock.
He overmedicated.
Yes, exactly. He's overmedicated.
Now, how do I wake him up from this?
Morgan, do you need me to come over there?
No. No. No. Man, come... Awesome, please.
You're busy saving lives. This is nothing.
This is an average day for Jeffrey Barnes, okay?
But listen, back to couch lock.
How do I wake him from this again?
Well, first of all, don't panic.
Jeff is still in there.
Now, just get his heart rate up.
You know, scare him or get him angry.
If he doesn't wake up, give me a call.
That's awesome.
Thank you so much, Awe... some.
No. Okay, that's weird.
Okay.
I'm sorry for this, sir, but it is for your own good.
Ow!
Man, it's like slapping a car.
Okay.
Think, Morgan. How do I get him angry?
How do I get him...
Oh, crap.
Okay, Casey.
I know you can hear me,
and I have something very important to tell you.
I've been dating your daughter.
Yeah. Yeah.
Technically, we're on the rocks right now, kind of,
but, you know, things were getting pretty serious.
Hol... holding hands.
And, uh... and the kissing was just out of control.
But I've been a perfect gentleman.
I need you to know- always a perfect gentleman.
Although it definitely felt like, pretty soon...
...she'd be spending the night.
I will kill you.
Yes! Welcome back, sir.
See? I knew that would work.
Bring it in. Come on.
Too soon. I see that now.
We're going to Iran, Morgan.
There's no American presence there.
We're going under the radar.
Which means no chance of anyone rescuing us.
We are the mission- just you and me.
Right. Yeah, which is why I think
that we should clear the air, talk about Alex and me.
You're not getting it, Morgan.
I'm not discussing this with you
because you are not dating my daughter.
You, Alex-
nothing to see here.
What is your problem, anyway?
Okay? I'm a good guy.
All right? Not to mention,
stupid me thought me and you were friends.
Were friends.
Oh, right.
Or-or maybe it's that you don't have any friends.
Okay, I happened to notice at your funeral,
the only people who showed up
wanted to see you dead.
Okay.
Sorry about that one.
That was probably not my place.
If you'd like to choke me now,
that's fine, or we could wait for the plane ride.
It's a 19-hour flight to Iran.
Bring a book. We ain't talking.
So you guys are pretty much going to kill us
no matter what Casey does, right?
Yep.
Mind if I ask you a few questions, then?
Sure.
I assume you've dealt with many of Volkoff's prisoners.
Did you ever come across one named Frost?
Frost isn't a prisoner.
She's our boss.
I'll set the computer, all right?
Okay.
Now, they're down there; we're up here.
Now what?
We got water,
Yeah. sewer, electronics,
security camera.
Guts of the bunker. We'll tap in right here.
We can control the bunker from here.
This will give us the upper hand.
Shift-eight?
Six, six, six, six.
I got... I got it. I got it.
Ugh. There they are.
So, uh, Frost- she a tough boss?
She's Volkoff's right hand.
When he has a problem, he sends in Frost,
and that problem disappears.
Sarah, I'm kind of starting to think
that my mom might be one of the bad guys.
Here, put these on.
Oh, it's so hot. Put them on.
Do I really have to wear these, really?
Only if you don't want to get electrocuted.
They actually breathe surprisingly well.
Sorry, yeah. Wait for my signal.
When you hear the word "security,"
you hit this switch, knock out the lights.
Got it?
Absolutely. "Security."
Hit the switch. No, no, no!
The word "security," wait for it.
Just testing you.
Wait a minute, turn off the lights?
It's three-to-one down there, Casey.
Just the way I like it.
Heads up.
We got company.
That's how it is, huh?
You can't get to me for 11 years,
so you come up with the idea of kidnappinthese two?
If you hadn't been such a hard-ass, Casey,
we wouldn't all be here right now.
We'd be on a beach
earning 20%.
Unless we invested in real estate.
Now drop your weapon, Casey.
All your weapons, Casey.
I would've come unarmed,
but I wasn't sure what kind of security I'd run into.
That's the signal.
What?!
Damn it.
I said, I would've come unarmed, but I wasn't sure
what kind of security I'd run into.
Yeah, we heard you the first time.
We're right here, pal.
What the hell's going on?
Grimes.
Sorry, sorry. One second.
One second.
Okay.
Let there be darkness.
Oh, oh, oh! What the...?
Don't worry about it.
Get the gold. Let's get the gold.
Any more surprises, Colonel?
Holy Goldfinger.
Topside there are 15 of the most hardcore
Special Forces soldiers you've ever seen.
Come on, come on.
They got 10,000 rounds of ammo,
a squadron of F-15 fighters a radio call away.
Your move.
Well, maybe I'll get lucky.
Ow!
Is that a little girl?
That really stings!
Whoever you are,
we have Casey and the others.
Surrender or we will kill them.
So you got lucky, you hit one.
Still 14 left.
And they'll never surr- I surrender!
I'm still surrendering.
Please do not shoot me.
I'm out, just me all alone.
No one else knows we're here.
So much for your Special Forces.
You move and you're dead.
Let's get the gold.
Casey, couch lock.
What?
The cable.
Oh, good Lord.
Lift your feet up.
Do it, do it now.
He's gonna try and shock them.
Morgan!
Morgan, no!
Morgan.
Morgan, can you hear me?
Wake up, moron.
What happened?
What hap- What happened?
You just took 10,000 volts is what happened.
You went into cardiac arrest
and we actually lost you for a moment there.
You lost me? You lost me?
You mean, I, uh, I died?
Yeah, for, like, three seconds.
What about the bad guys?
Oh, they're alive, a little crispy.
Buddy, that was the single bravest thing
I've ever seen anyone do.
Don't ever do it again.
No. No.
Can we go home now? Yeah.
On your fe.
What? Okay.
Um, Casey.
Now that we know that you're
"cool," you should know that we do "installs" like that
twice a week.
Count yourself in.
We wake up in some of the best Dumpsters in the city.
Hey.
Hmm?
Just want to make sure that we're, uh, we're good.
Oh, good, good.
Uh, also, you don't have to worry about Alex and me.
We're pretty much over.
I can tell you're heartbroken over it.
So... I'd also just like to give you this.
What is it?
It's an invite.
To my party.
You know, being dead for three seconds made me miss my friends.
So, you know, just think of it
as people who'd actually be there.
If there was ever a real funeral.
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Hey, buddy.
Hey.
Hi.
You look great, you guys.
Beautiful.
Let me get you a beer.
Alex.
I didn't know you were coming.
Please, come in.
This is good.
You look lovely.
Uh, so, look,
I'm really sorry I said some stupid things
the other day and, uh...
I already talked to my dad, Morgan.
I know what happened.
He said that you dumped me
because he told you you had to.
He also said that you stood up to him
and changed his mind,
which could not have been easy.
So maybe I was wrong about you.
You are brave.
Look, Alex, you know that I'm really sorry about all that.
And, uh, this may come as a surprise,
but I don't care what your dad thinks.
Really. I like you.
And I want to be with you.
If you want to be with me.
You do, right?
That's- you almost said no.
Of course I do.
That's good for the confidence. Come on, let's get a drink.
All right.
Alex is here.
Mm.
Okay.
She looks beautiful, huh?
Casey...
thank you.
Mm.
Hey...
you break her heart, I break your everything.
There you are.
Ishis the part where I'm supposed to ask you
what you're thinking about?
My mom.
I thought she was a prisoner
who needed to be saved.
And... and I come to fi out
she's just one of the bad guys.
Chuck, we don't know what side your mom is on.
Maybe not.
But there's one thing I do know:
In order to find the one person who... left me,
I've endangered the lives of everyone
who would never leave me: Morgan, Casey, you.
I'm going to stop looking for my mom.
Oh, Chuck...
No, it's okay.
I thought I had to bring my family back together,
but I don't.
You guys, Awesome, Ellie-
you're my family.
I love you.
I'll see you inside.
Yeah.
Hello.
Hello, Chuck.
It's your mother.
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