The undercover lover would be Casey’s long-lost girlfriend, Ilsa, who returns from the “dead” this episode to give Adam Baldwin more to do, and remind me why I love him so much.
We first meet Ilsa in a flashback (Chechnya, 2004) as she and Casey are canoodling on a bed. As she’s getting dressed, Ilsa and Casey banter about their professions – she: photojournalist, he: “energy consultant.” After Ilsa leaves the snuggle session, she is on the street when a bomb explodes. Casey rushes outside to the scene of the explosion … only to find her banged-up camera on the ground. Poor Casey!
Buy More, Present Day: Chuck discovers Ilsa when he flashes on her and a bunch of Russian baddies on the hotel guest list of a swanky hotel (Jeff is supposed to be fixing the hotel’s computer, but instead he’s using his powers of geek to stalk Tara Reid).
Chuck has now appointed himself the Yente of the spy world, and he’s determined to get the scoop on Ilsa. Casey’s not into sharing his feelings, and Chuck gets Casey’s hand squeezed firmly around his neck.
Unlike Chuck, the CIA is not so interested in Casey’s love life. They’re more focused on the troupe of Eastern European thugs currently camped out in the same hotel as Tara Reid. They send Chuck and Sarah in undercover to a cocktail party at the hotel to investigate the baddie conference. Chuck thinks this would be the perfect opportunity for Casey and Ilsa to rekindle their love, but alas, Chuck’s matchmaker ambitions are dashed when Sarah reveals that Ilsa is dead.
At the cocktail party, we discover that Ilsa is (surprise!) not so dead, and looking pretty darn good for a girl who was blown to smithereens. Casey and Ilsa’s eyes meet, and Chuck might just have a future in matchmaking after all. But wait… Isla is marrying the king of the Eastern European baddies, who have all gathered here for the blessed union.
That’s the least of Casey’s problems, though. Turns out, Ilsa is French Secret Service and she’s being tracking/dating King Russian Baddie as an assignment. She has to go through with the wedding! She can’t be with Casey! Casey mopes then hits the liquor hard.
Chuck discovers that a necklace Ilsa had been wearing was bugged, meaning that King Russian Baddie knows everything and Ilsa probably won’t make it much past her wedding night. Chuck and a drunk, pants-less Casey rush to the wedding to save the day – only to be caught and tied together by more Russian baddies. King Russian Baddie tells them that Casey, Ilsa, and Chuck (as a “man stewardess”) will be sent on a doomed honeymoon flight, which leads to the best line of the night: “Casey, I don’t want to die as a man stewardess!”
Don’t worry Chuck, Casey will beat some people up, you’ll fall in a pool, and the Sarah/Ilsa team of hot girl agents will save the day!
We first meet Ilsa in a flashback (Chechnya, 2004) as she and Casey are canoodling on a bed. As she’s getting dressed, Ilsa and Casey banter about their professions – she: photojournalist, he: “energy consultant.” After Ilsa leaves the snuggle session, she is on the street when a bomb explodes. Casey rushes outside to the scene of the explosion … only to find her banged-up camera on the ground. Poor Casey!
Buy More, Present Day: Chuck discovers Ilsa when he flashes on her and a bunch of Russian baddies on the hotel guest list of a swanky hotel (Jeff is supposed to be fixing the hotel’s computer, but instead he’s using his powers of geek to stalk Tara Reid).
Chuck has now appointed himself the Yente of the spy world, and he’s determined to get the scoop on Ilsa. Casey’s not into sharing his feelings, and Chuck gets Casey’s hand squeezed firmly around his neck.
Unlike Chuck, the CIA is not so interested in Casey’s love life. They’re more focused on the troupe of Eastern European thugs currently camped out in the same hotel as Tara Reid. They send Chuck and Sarah in undercover to a cocktail party at the hotel to investigate the baddie conference. Chuck thinks this would be the perfect opportunity for Casey and Ilsa to rekindle their love, but alas, Chuck’s matchmaker ambitions are dashed when Sarah reveals that Ilsa is dead.
At the cocktail party, we discover that Ilsa is (surprise!) not so dead, and looking pretty darn good for a girl who was blown to smithereens. Casey and Ilsa’s eyes meet, and Chuck might just have a future in matchmaking after all. But wait… Isla is marrying the king of the Eastern European baddies, who have all gathered here for the blessed union.
That’s the least of Casey’s problems, though. Turns out, Ilsa is French Secret Service and she’s being tracking/dating King Russian Baddie as an assignment. She has to go through with the wedding! She can’t be with Casey! Casey mopes then hits the liquor hard.
Chuck discovers that a necklace Ilsa had been wearing was bugged, meaning that King Russian Baddie knows everything and Ilsa probably won’t make it much past her wedding night. Chuck and a drunk, pants-less Casey rush to the wedding to save the day – only to be caught and tied together by more Russian baddies. King Russian Baddie tells them that Casey, Ilsa, and Chuck (as a “man stewardess”) will be sent on a doomed honeymoon flight, which leads to the best line of the night: “Casey, I don’t want to die as a man stewardess!”
Don’t worry Chuck, Casey will beat some people up, you’ll fall in a pool, and the Sarah/Ilsa team of hot girl agents will save the day!
Casey and Ilsa say their final tearful goodbyes and Casey is left to be consoled by Chuck. Awwww, male bonding. And then Casey shoves Chuck into a planter.
I'll miss you, Chuck. See you when the strike ends...
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