Chuck

Good year.

Cheers. Cheers.

Chuck, are you feeling okay?

Fine. Good. Great... I'm great.

Great. Why do you ask?

You seem a little nervous.

Me, nervous. No, I'm not...

feel nervous... at all. I don't think, no.

Just, I-you know, just this is a very,

it's an incredibly romantic restaurant.

You know, I'm just taking it all in.

Chuck, you can talk to me.

Is this about your mom? No.

Um, I've realized something.

You know, a-after all the stuff with my mom and Volkoff, and...

I-I realized that, you know, I-I...

haven't really been thinking about us,

you and me.

I've been so wrapped up in all the things

that I couldn't control

that I forgot to focus

on the things that... I could.

Like tonight.

What about tonight?

I know I've kind of been dragging my feet on this,

but I've just been waiting for the right moment

to-to talk about, you know,

what it's going to be like for us and our future.

Chuck, don't even worry about it.

I know that you've got so much going on.

You've had so much happen to you in the last few months.

And besides, I've got such a

bad history with proposals.

No! No, not me.

My, my parents had a nightmare proposal.

I'm-I'm sure it can't have been that bad.

No, it was... bad.

My mother's family had a restaurant.

It was similar to this,

and they loved it, so my dad

wanted to propose there, and...

God! he had the champagne

and the flowers and

the band, and the balloons, and,

I mean, it was chaotic.

It was so over the top.

And in all the confusion,

somebody knocked over a candle,

and it lit the rug on fire.

Luckily my mother and her family

got out with only minor burns.

Minor-minor burns? You-you don't say. Yeah.

So, please, take your time, Chuck.

No rush.

Um, that's an awful story.

I mean, that's-that's really, really awful.

But I'm sure they had a great laugh about it

on their wedding day, right?

No. They took it as a sign,

and they postponed the wedding.

My dad always said

it was the beginning of

the end of their relationship.

What was that noise?

Uh, noise? What noise? Oh, my jaw.

I have a cracking jaw.

Can you hear that? Yeah. It's just...

I thought I told you about that... I mean you're not...

Nev... when we were kissing or whatever?

If you'd excuse me, actually, I'm just going to...

be right back.

Morgan,

Morgan, Morgan. Abort!

Damn it! I knew it. Not enough balloons!

Bl-bl-bl... you-you bought the whole store. No!

No balloons, no nothing. The proposal is off.

We can't have it in an Italian restaurant!

Are you, wait, are you kidding me?

What is she on, like a no-carb thing?

No. We can't have it in any restaurant, okay?

That's exactly how her parents' nightmare proposal went!

We gotta shut it down. We gotta shut it down now!

I can't shut it down, dude.

What? Why? Wha-What are you talking about?

The champagne, the string quartet, the caballeros.

The caballos? Whatever, man.

It-it's all in motion!

We are in too deep here!

Excuse me. Hey.

Hi. Champagne. Let's go ahead and cancel that.

Sir, the bottle's already open.

Um, who's going to drink it?

I...

This lovely couple. Please, my treat.

Oh no, we don't indulge. Says who?

What?

Get away. Go!

Beckman called.

We've got a mission.

Gosh, that's really a bummer.

I wanted to...

Well, duty's duty, right?

Shoo! Hi-Yo Silver! Take a hike.

Let's take the side exit. It's really scenic.

The balloons!

Agent Rosenbaum, one of our finest,

was gunned down earlier today while transporting

a nano-chip containing

the secret locations and blueprints

of our CIA Black Sites in Europe.

This is the chip.

The nano-chip can be injected into an agent

if he's in trouble, and then extracted back at Langley.

None of that sounds very pleasant.

Sorry, General.

Some moron was clogging up Ventura Boulevard

with a horse and carriage.

At ease, Colonel.

Agent Rosenbaum's body

was returned to us, yet

our tests show no trace

of the nano-chip's presence.

We believe the chip is somewhere within

this chateau.

Don't tell me this mission's in France.

Pierre Melville,

a French radical turned terrorist, is also

searching for the nano-chip.

Um... one of Volkoff's men? Not every criminal

works for Alexei Volkoff, Chuck.

Agents Walker, Bartowski...

you will attend the wine tasting gala

at the chateau tomorrow.

Colonel, you will be posing as

Agent Bartowski's personal manservant.

Hey, um,

I'm sorry about dinner.

No, it's...

it's just... just dinner, you know?

I-I should, uh, go

check in with Morgan. Yeah.

General, I know why Chuck

was asking about Volkoff.

He's concerned for his family and friends.

And I want to make something absolutely clear:

I will do anything in my power

to help bring back Chuck's mother

and to eliminate Volkoff and his organization.

I understand your commitment, Agent Walker,

and I commend it,

but we must wait

for the right opportunity.

Relax, it was just dinner.

Morgan, it's hard enough asking

a super-spy to marry you.

But now I have to propose to a super-spy

with major proposal issues.

Hey, listen, buddy.

We will bounce back. Now, I...

No, no, no. No, no, no. We're not going to bounce back, okay?

Listen, Morgan. What happened with Sarah's parents

became a symbol for everything she's gone through in life.

Now, more than ever, I need the perfect proposal.

And, of course, we have a new mission.

Precisely, amigo.

You are going to a chateau

in the French countryside.

There's going to be moats and wine

and the woman of your dreams.

What are you proposing?

What am I... ?

Come here.

Sub-mission.

Okay? Your assignment?

To ask Sarah Walker to marry you

in the Loire Valley.

It is known as the Garden

of France. Did you know that? Yeah.

And the best part of this whole crazy idea

is that the CIA is footing the bill!

Morgan, I need to think about

my team and the objective,

not to mention the fact that I'm a horrible multitasker. So, no;

no sub-mission.

All right. I respect that.

And I respectfully disagree.

Okay, we have exhausted all of our

Burbank proposal options, and I think what we need

is a marital miracle here, and I think this is it.

Why is everyone so obsessed with marriage?!

I don't want to talk about it!

You should probably take care of that.

Me? No, no. That's why I have my fixer.

Uh, Michael! Talk to me, Patel.

You seem more angry and unhappy

than usual, which is tough because

you're a curmudgeonly little guy.

I just want to be free, Big Michael.

But my control-freak parents...

have arranged a marriage