The scene opens with a pan shot across a work-out room. In one corner, mats are stacked. A universal lifting machine and a number of free weights dominate the first wall.
The camera shows Chuck Bartowski, in a pair of knee-length grey shorts and an old Stanford t-shirt. His hair is matted to his head and dark stains are visible around his neck and armpits. Wearing dark socks and his trademark Chucks, he has the look of a man at the end of a long work-out. His chest moves visibly with each breath. Spreading his legs a bit wider than shoulder-width, he bends down in a stretch, but he keeps his head up, his eyes intent.
Continuing its pan, the camera shows what he is watching, or, more accurately, who he is watching. Sarah Walker is also in the room, dressed in tights and a spandex leotard that fits just right. Her back is to Chuck and she is executing a perfect straddle stretch. With her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she looks ready for anything. She's wearing no make-up but appears to be fresh and relaxed.
The camera zooms out to show the two of them as the only ones in the reasonably small room. They hold their stretch for a moment longer before they both straighten.
Chuck gasps out a few words. "I … think … I'm doing … OK with this." He smiles hopefully.
Sarah looks at him in disbelief. Amazement, humor, and a hint of disgust war on her face. "Chuck, we haven't even started yet." His face falls as she continues, "This is just warm-up."
The shot starts on the same place it faded from, but both people are gone. Weights are audible in the background, as are Sarah's words of encouragement. "Just a few more, Chuck. You can do it."
The camera shoots tightly to show 150 pounds moving smoothly up and down, a gentle powerful rhythm. The sound of Chuck's labored breathing becomes audible, matching the timing of the weights.
"Keep it up, Chuck." Sarah's voice is calm and unconcerned, as the camera zooms out to show her bench-pressing 150 easily.
Chuck is doing lat pulls and pauses to complain. "Can't you make it lighter?"
"Sorry, Chuck. It doesn't go under 10 pounds." He moans.
Sarah stands and goes over to him. "We've got to get you into shape if you're going to be an agent. You chose this, you know."
Chuck stands, wincing in pain. He collapses into Sarah, who catches him. She turns to face the camera. "Don't worry. We'll have in shape by the premiere. Monday, March 1st, 8:00 Eastern. Be there."
Chuck also faces the camera. "March can't get here soon enough." Then he collapses across Sarah's chest as she supports his full weight.