Chuck enters the hotel spa and discovers that Anatole is in the steam room. So Chuck strips down into a towel and joins the boys for an invigorating steam. Once he's nearly nude, Anatole and his muscle get called to a meeting. Actually, Ivan Drago gets called to a meeting, but much to my 12-year-old self's disappointment, Dolph Lundgren was not actually semi-nude in the steam room. Chuck tackles the muscle while neatly clinging to his towel and, I suppose, dignity, and, I suppose, 8 pm time slot. No offense to Chuck, but I don't think he would have gotten past Dolph Lungren with that towel so firmly in place. Unfortunately there is no time to both put on pants and make the meeting between Anatole and the mole, so Chuck rushes upstairs clad only in the towel. Chuck cleverly convinces the maid cleaning the room next to the meeting room that he was in the shower and scares her off. He then hops out the window, seven floors up, shimmies out the window and watches the meeting taking place between Anatole and the mole. Instead of an exchange of money, Chuck sees the mole kill Anatole. Chuck still hasn't gotten a clear view of the mole's face and can't identify him, so he makes a dying bird sound and the mole comes back to peer quickly out the window. The glance is just enough for Sarah and Shaw to ID the mole. Chuck's mission is complete. He is a spy. The towel that had so diligently done its duty flutters to the ground. It was a brave little towel. It served its country (and the FCC) well. Let's take a moment of silence.
Big Mike has arranged a meeting on the neutral territory of the nearest Subway franchise for Jeff and Lester to meet the new and improved John Casey. Okay, I know Subway's financial support was instrumental in getting a third season of our beloved Chuck, and we are not supposed to balk at the Subway product placements because of such, but OH MY GOD. So after we get a five-second shot of the Subway sign (which doesn't sound like a lot until you count it out and realize that five seconds of staring at nothing but a Subway sign is really boring), Big Mike walks in decked out in his new suit and matching pocket square. Casey follows him in a light grey double-breasted number with a pink shirt, maroon tie, pink pocket square and a freaking tie clasp. He looks like the Miami branch manager of Glen Garry Glen Ross. I don't really understand the point of all this, but I guess he has to have some plotline while a civilian. So Big Mike has arranged a meeting with Jeff and Lester so that they can meet the new and improved and pimped-out Casey and drop the lawsuit they are planning on filing for hostile work environment or assault or whatever. Obviously Jeff and Lester won't make it easy on him, but after 12 minutes of egregious product placement that I am not allowed to complain about, Jeff and Lester announce their terms: Casey has to share some freshly-baked bread with Jeff. Casey takes a big old bite of Jeff's tunaroni (yes, yes, tuna and pepperoni -- check out the AS SEEN ON "CHUCK" menu next time you eat at Subway, which is hopefully, often) sandwich, and their friendship or détente is sealed. There was no point to that scene other than burning through a shit ton of corporate sponsorship in five minutes flat. GO EAT AT SUBWAY OR THE PUPPY GETS IT.