Malibu! Sun, pool, lots of chicks in bathing suits -- you know the drill. Chuck looks the part in a white cotton sport jacket over black t-shirt; he's hanging with Carina, who tells him that he's probably heard she takes risks, but what he might not know is that she's about the best around, and he can trust her. She points out Alahi, whom Chuck calls "Senor Wookiee" due to the amazing carpeting he has all over his body. Hey, Chuck, given that you've already been called Han Solo, you may end up flying the Millenium Falcon around the galaxy with Hairy Hugh Hefner over there. Carina sends Chuck to get a drink, and he passes by Sarah without a word. Maybe I'm way off, but I don't think that's part of their cover. Sarah relays her recon work to Carina, but then asks why she told Chuck about Bryce. Carina tells her they're on a mission: "Try keeping your private life and work life separate for a change." Says the woman who traumatized Casey so much that he's barely in this episode. Sarah goes over to Chuck and asks if they're okay; he unconvincingly says yes, and then gives her some recon work of his own about the security cameras, only it didn't come from his brain. "They sell them at the spy shop in the Buy More plaza." Hee. Nerds can be hot. And they can be Morgan.

Oh, there's Casey! He's dressed up like a chauffeur, and some big bouncer-looking guy asks him for a light. Casey intones that smoking can be hazardous to one's health. The guy walks away, and Casey adds, "Pick up a paper. From the sixties." I see Casey watches Mad Men too.