CHUCK: Morgan, I can hear you eating potato chips. All right? Open the door. MORGAN: Can’t do that, Chuck. CHUCK: This is ridiculous. Why can’t we talk face-to-face? MORGAN: Just trust me, okay? It’s for your own good. CHUCK: Oh, is that right? Or is that what Casey told you to tell me? MORGAN: Hey, hey, the Colonel’s a good man, and he gave me my orders, okay? To lock it down. CHUCK: Let me in! MORGAN: Over my dead body, Chuck! SARAH: How about over your tranqed body? MORGAN: You were distracting me so she could break in. CHUCK: Yeah. MORGAN: Clever girl. Are you using the five-milligram darts? SARAH: Ten. MORGAN: Please tell Casey I put up a good fight.