Secrets and Lies Pan Am

'Previously on Pan Am...'

Bet you've got a few surprises under that hat.

-That speech is Government property.

-Not any more!

Marry me! I can't say yes now.

Teddy! Look at you!

-I'm not going to let myself get hurt again.

-This is for you.

A Pan Am stewardess can travel the world without suspicion.

-What if I refuse?

-We make this your last mission and your last flight.

GUNSHOT

That was never supposed to happen.

Now that it has, there's some protocols we have to follow.

You'll need an alibi, in case anyone saw you follow him here tonight.

Kate, I need you to focus. GLASS SMASHES

Think. Did anyone see you follow him here tonight?

-I don't know.

-Scotland Yard will investigate. MI6 will want answers.

Kate, look at me.

Right now, you have to run.

KNOCK ON DOOR

KNOCKING

-Bridget?

-Kate. I'm back.

Back from the dead.

Where have you been? What are you doing here?

I was hoping you could tell me that.

According to my horoscope, I can expect a great opportunity.

Let's hope Mike Ruskin is going to help me publish my article.

I didn't know you wanted to be a journalist.

I want the world to hate Congressman Christopher Rawlings

and his nuclear death-monger agenda.

If I happen to become a famous journalist, so be it.

-He didn't seem like a death-monger.

-Looks can be deceiving.

-Stay there!

The teacher said lighting is the key to revelatory photography.

I'm forgetting why I volunteered.

Because this week's assignment is portraits

and I need somebody with a beautiful face.

Ah. Now I remember.

-Oh, fudge!

-Light bulbs - kitchen, second drawer.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Ooh! Your horoscope says that you'll meet a tall, handsome man...

Hi.

Was that Congressman Rawlings?

No. KNOCKING

-Don't!

-Maggie, you're acting crazy.

-He might be here to arrest me.

-Arrest you?

-For what?

I might have set his hotel room on fire.

London. That was you?

I can't actually arrest you. I'm not a law enforcement official.

Plus, I forgot my handcuffs, but you might have your own set!

I heard you can strangle Republicans with them so I invested in a pair.

Nice hair(!)

-Why are you here?

-Specifically, I'd like to have lunch with you.

More generally, you might be insane.

-But you intrigue me.

-Lunch? With you? I'd rather chew off my leg.

Fair enough. Just one question.

If you hate me, why do you care what you look like?

-It's a good question.

-Call me.

I'm staying at the Ritz. Oh, and nice to see you again,

Maggie's blonde stewardess friend.

Oh, you too, Mr Congressman, sir.

Sometimes, opposites attract.

More like, "Out of sight, out of mind!"

MAN: 'You'd make a perfect couple.'

-Me and Charles Talkin?

-Yes!

-You can't be serious!

-I'd have to fight that awful bulldog for attention.

-He's very fancy.

-Fancy is perfect for me?

-What was the name of your horse?

-Which one?

-Exactly!

OK, maybe I grew up fancy, but that's not what I'm looking for.

Then what? Snooty? Stuffy?

After four marvellous days in London and three in New York,

I suspect all this time I was looking for you.

-Teddy, it's getting late.

-I haven't seen the inside of your place yet.

The inside of my place

is being diligently preserved for one very special man.

That's me. I'm special.

Not if you don't get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.

Lunch with your father, the ever-imposing Mr Vanderway.

-And the mood is killed!

-Good night, Teddy.

-Good night, Amanda.

-What was his name? Bedford?

-I doubt he's even that handsome off stage.

-They wear make-up, you know!

-Redford. Robert Redford.

Even the name sounds like a prima donna.

-Might be worth it to wake up to that face.

-Oh!

-"Take me to see Barefoot In The Park," she says. "It'll be romantic."

-Ah!

I'm teasing you. It was a wonderful night.

And if I squint my eyes - yes! You DO look like him.

The French don't have a sense of humour, they say. It'll be our little secret.

-I thought you didn't like secrets.

-Depends who's keeping it.

-Then I might have one for you.

-Really?

-When we get to London.

-Really? Is it animal? Vegetable?

-Oh, I can't tell you!

-Come on!

-It's a secret.

I have ways of making you talk.

-Oh, yes?

-Mm-hm.

-How?

Oh, I admit, it will be difficult to make it all the way to London

without spilling this little secret of us.

Who said that "us" has to be a secret?

-Apparently, it all came to a head in London.

-What did you hear?

That there was a mission last week to swap a list of names.

Compromised agents. Assets.

And I was on it.

But now with that list off the market I can come home.

I can get my life back!

It's wonderful, Bridget. What is the first thing you're going to do?

Get my job back at Pan Am, of course. And Dean.

I've come back for Dean.

-I hear you have a house guest.

-Yes. Thank you for the heads-up(!)

I thought you could be useful in helping Bridget with her transition.

Richard, I'm tired of being useful, at your beck and call. I want out.

You've made your wishes known. It's all been arranged.

You'll be debriefed by MI6.

-Polygraph, then you're on your way.

-Polygraph?

-I have to take a lie detector test?

-It's standard in cases like this.

You're a witness to a shooting, after all.

-Witness.

-MI6 want to know all the Is are dotted and Ts are crossed.

They have a dead body on their hands, Kate.

-Yes. Of course.

-No worries.

Just tell the truth and you'll be free and clear.

And you and I can bid each other adieu.

You've done good, Kate.

PHONE RINGS

Really, Mike. I had you as tidy.

Is there a secret password? Abracadabra, maybe? Open sesame?

-Maggie, thanks for coming.

-I was so excited to get your call. I'm ready.

-Ready for what?

-My meeting with your editor about my article.

-Ah!

N-no. I actually called you down here to, er, give you...

-..these.

-I don't understand. What are these?

-Political articles.

-I should read them because?

-They're well written.

-And my article was...?

-Not so well written.

Wow! Mike! I don't know what to say about that.

Maggie, you're passionate. That's a good thing. You're smart, even better.

And you spell well, which is crucial to the whole process.

So it's just the words you hated.

YOU're hating, that's the problem. Your article was an angry diatribe.

Folks who agree with you will get a kick out of it.

So what? They already agree with you. You have to find an angle.

Why does he believe what he believes?

-You have to lead the reader in and convince them with the facts.

-I thought I did that.

You led the reader in and beat them with a baseball bat.

Maggie, you're capable of it.

-You've just got to dig deeper.

-Ruskin! >

I've got to run to an editorial meeting.

-Do you want to do Chumley's next week?

-Sure. Of course.

The Ritz, please.

Oh! Edward Vanderway, Lieutenant. US Navy...

-Knock it off. I'm never going to figure out lighting.

-Sure you will.

-You're not going to get any good pictures with this.

-I'm a beginner.

-My sister gave it to me.

-I'm just teasing!

So, what's the assignment? "Men of great character"? "Most eligible bachelors?"

I have to photograph one beautiful face and one unusual one.

-Seriously? Who's your other subject?

-Maggie.

-Oh!

OK! For a second there, I thought I was the weirdo face!

-Yeah. OK, I think I've got it.

-Good.

Hey, can I ask you...something?

Did you and...Craig, you know, er, do it?

That is none of your business and, for the last time, my fiance's name was Greg.

-Greg!

-Right. Right.

-Greg. So I'm guessing everything's still in the lock box?

-Stop talking.

Is there anything that Craig... Greg could have done, er, different,

to er, you know, make things unlocked?

If you think that I'm going to coach you on how to get into some poor girl's pants...

Don't smile.

She's a very rich girl who I spent the week with.

Non-stop. Except for when things do stop abruptly

because of her strict pants-on policy.

-Amanda? From London?

-Yeah! Turns out she's better than advertised.

But I saw her come out of your room.

-We were necking like a couple of puppy dogs with peanut butter, but that is it.

-Huh!

-What huh?

-Ted Vanderway finds a girl he's willing to wait for!

I'm not willing to wait. That's my point.

Amanda is smart and beautiful, but what is the point of boiling water if you don't make the hot toddy?

Well, I think falling in love may suit you.

We're having lunch with my father. After that, I'll have to put the brakes on this one.

-Ted?

-Hm.

-I want to respect you right now but you don't make it easy.

And you look like a statue.

I thought you'd respect me if I was honest.

There are some girls who are saving themselves for marriage and I admire that.

-I'm just not one of them.

-What?

SHUTTER CLICKS

Did you see this? 2,000 screaming Beatles fans showed up at Heathrow.

The Fab Four was returning from Sweden and word got out.

-I hear they're very popular.

-They have girl hair.

It doesn't seem to bother their fans.

Can I cash this cheque, please? British pounds.

You can make that dollars. Sure.

I need money for London. Pounds sterling.

For what? Five-star dinner in Ballantyne?

Tickets to the ballet? Darts and drinks at the Squid And Wiggle?

We're doing all of that and you're not paying for anything.

-Dean.

-What? You don't like the ballet?

Dean.

Hello, Dean.

Colette, may we have a moment?

Of course.

I'll be on the plane.

I spent every night for months imagining our reunion

and what I'd say to you.

But I can't for the life of me remember what I said.

-What did

-I

-say?

When? Every night.

Every night, when you imagined this moment, what did I say?

That you're angry, betrayed, confused.

The list was fairly extensive.

You have the right to be all those things.

Why are you even here, Bridget?

I've been reinstated back at Pan Am.

They're flying me to London on the two o'clock. You're a passenger on my flight?

I was hoping that we could have dinner and I could explain what happened, where I've been.

All those nights, you imagining what I would say in this moment

and it never occurred to you that I might do exactly what you did.

Leave.

Let me help you. I got it.

Colette, what's wrong?

Bridget is back.

I know. I saw her this morning.

-Hey, Kate. Could you give us a minute?

-Yes. Of course.

-Hey. Are you OK?

-I don't know.

Are you?

Yeah. Fine.

We can talk about this later.

There is nothing to talk about. OK? Nothing's changed.

It is you and me, Colette. That's all that matters.

You hear me?

I hear you.

OK.

Something you want to tell me?

I was waiting for the right moment.

I guess I waited too long.

BOTH: Welcome to Pan Am.

-Welcome to Pan Am.

-Welcome to Pan Am.

Welcome!

-Colette.

-Welcome to Pan Am.

I haven't had chance to say a proper hello.

Is this where congressmen hang out?

-Only if they love a good burger. Can I get some vinegar?

-Vinegar?

A nasty habit I picked up from the Brits. They keep a bottle here.

You must come here a lot.

I used to work here. It's how I put myself through law school.

I have two older sisters. Dad was a long shoreman.

I played trumpet in high school.

And, um, I wet the bed till I was 11.

LAUGHS Why are you telling me all this?

In the hope that who I am as a person is more interesting to you than who I am as a politician.

Oh! You're trying to distract me.

I'm trying to tell you...I like you.

-Scotch, please. Make it a quadruple.

-Then pour half into a second glass.

Add two cubes of ice to each and deliver them with water backs.

-You want me to get through this?

-I'm protecting you from yourself. It's what friends do.

-Friends!

-I don't need any more friends.

-But only one girlfriend - I hope.

Amanda, we need to talk...

-Edward!

-Hey, Pop.

-Mr Vanderlay.

-Amanda!

I just finished the back nine at Winged Foot with your dad.

Since when are you desperate enough to spend time with my son?

Thank you.

Colette.

Do you have a moment?

Of course.

-It must be strange, me turning up like this.

-It is a little odd.

We heard you were married.

What? No! Nothing could be further from the truth, Colette.

Then what IS the truth, Bridget?

I was sick.

Very, very sick.

I didn't want to burden anyone, most of all Dean.

I'm so sorry.

I never stopped loving him,

I know he doesn't want to talk to me and I don't blame him.

But we two are friends. Can you ask him to give me a chance?

Just to explain myself.

Please, Colette?

Yes.

Excuse me, miss. You got another Tom Collins, please?

Scotland Yard is none too happy about the jeweller's murder. Nor are they convinced it was a robbery.

You made it looked like a break-in? You took jewels?

Not enough, it would seem.

-It was a mission. He was selling...

-A botched mission.

The man may have been a traitor but, for various reasons, Scotland Yard can't know.

-Richard thinks you pulled the trigger?

-Of course he does.

-That's what I told him.

-Why?

MI6 would love to give Scotland Yard somebody's head on a platter.

Which is why I have sworn up and down that I was the shooter.

You were merely an unfortunate witness.

You lied to protect me.

MI6 won't hand me to Scotland Yard but they might sacrifice you.

Unfortunately, they don't entirely believe my story.

Why not?

That is irrelevant. The point is, you have to take that polygraph.

And you have to lie, for both of our sakes.

-How do I do that?

-Don't worry.

I'll teach you how.

Little-known secret, when Edward was a boy, he refused to finger paint.

-Really?

-Not like we couldn't afford brushes.

Alice sat next to his high chair with a towel because he wanted to be cleaned off when he touched food.

Maybe we could talk about something else.

-Edward never liked to get his hands dirty.

-It's not like I got a back 40 to plough!

Figure of speech! You don't apply yourself. If he did, he'd be Captain instead of just First Officer.

-You know...

-Speaking of little-known secrets, Mr Vanderway.

Daddy told me that in your freshman year at Warwick, you were part of the theatre club's light opera.

-I don't remember that.

-No, no. I'm certain it was you.

-Teddy, I bet you didn't know your father was an actor.

-No. I didn't, Amanda.

You were desperate to join but there weren't any male roles left.

-So you volunteered to play one of the female roles.

-You played a girl?

It was The Mikado, if I remember correctly.

The females were played by girls at Miss Fielding's school,

-but when your father begged...!

-It sounds like you applied yourself, Pop.

I was a damn good Yum-Yum, if I do say so myself.

# You'll never know how much I really love you

# You'll never know how much I really care

# Listen

# Do you want to know a secret?

# Do you promise not to tell?

# Woah woah... #

Hi, I didn't hear you come in. How long have you been here?

-Long enough to know that I'm in trouble.

-Oh!

You're falling for the death monger!

We spent the day together.

It was... He was...amazing.

Would it be the worst thing in the world, falling for the congressman?

I mean, he's not a criminal, Maggie.

Oh, no. That would be me - Maggie, the arsonist.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? ..Hi, Mike.

What good news? ..No. NO!

You can't... Stay there.

I'll be right there.

Maggie? What's the matter?

Everything.

I worked up an appetite.

We've got those reservations at Ballantyne,

then your mysterious secret.

Dean, I was thinking, maybe you should hear what Bridget has to say.

Why the hell would I do that?

Because you, we, can't move forward until you put this behind you.

-It is behind me.

-But now it's in front of you, Dean. Again.

-Colette...

-This is a conversation you have to have.

Better you do it now.

So how sick were you? You couldn't even call?

Prognosis wasn't good. I couldn't saddle you with an ailing bride.

You were doing me a favour disappearing, not telling me where you were?

Now... You're better?

It's good news.

GIRLS SCREAMING

Are the Beatles really here?

The screams of 10,000 Beatles fans makes more noise than a jet aircraft taking off.

What all the fuss is, I don't know.

Rumour is, they're staying in the hotel.

That's all it is, a rumour. Give me Sinatra any day.

-Times are changing.

-Not for the better, if you ask me.

Not for the better at all.

Congratulations on your clean bill of health.

Your husband must be thrilled(!) I'm not married.

That was an atrocious lie. What about the other men?

Are they all an atrocious lie? There were never...

There were always other men. In bars, elevators, hotel lobbies.

I saw the nods, the smiles. I just never let myself believe it.

Dean... You cheated on me. You lied. You left. I'm done.

Dean, I never wanted to lie to you.

'The trick to a successful lie is to believe you're telling the truth.'

If you know it is false how can you trick yourself into believing it isn't?

Make the false answer another question's truth.

If I ask you, "Did you shoot Mr Bolger?",

you fashion in your mind a question for which the truthful answer is no.

Something like, er, "Am I a secretary?"

You simply speak the answer. "No."

This is ridiculous.

It is one lie, Kate.

It is ONE lie.

You can tell the truth about everything else that happened.

You were pulled into the mission. How you ended up at the jeweller's.

The race to get there.

You need only lie about one thing and you're free of this for ever.

Now, relax.

Let's try this again.

Shall we?

On Saturday last, were you engaged by your superior?

Block it out, Kate. Shut it down. If you need to make peace with what you've done, now is not the time...

I don't want to shut it down. I have been trying to forget.

Pretending like it didn't happen, like it was a bad dream,

but it doesn't matter.

I killed a man, Anderson.

I've never seen Pop at a loss for words!

I grew up with boys in the family.

I couldn't beat them up so I learned to compensate.

With charm, wit and a razor-sharp sense of how to bring a grown man to his knees.

Which grown man are we referring to now?

Good night.

You're not begging to come upstairs?

Let's just say some things are worth waiting for.

What happened to, "It's not so well written"?

We were short a column so I goosed yours and sent it to the presses.

There weren't enough facts. It's a baseball bat. You said it wasn't ready yet.

It wasn't but you can't run blank space.

-You have to stop this, Mike.

-Don't worry. I did some quick research.

We won't win over the opposition but every liberal in Manhattan will know what a jackass Rawlings is.

Congratulations, Mags. You're going to be published.

Look like you could use the company.

I'm guessing we both could.

How did you handle it, Bridget?

The lying? The deception?

It was hard at first.

I got caught up in the rush of it.

Convinced myself it was for a good cause and...

for a while that worked.

Have you had to take a polygraph?

A lie detector? No.

Have you ever...done something in this job that's haunted you?

Yes. And it still does.

What's wrong, Kate?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have asked.

I suppose this is what it's like being on the outside.

Everything I thought I understood about this world,

it's been turned upside down.

If I don't pass this polygraph I lose everything.

Whatever's happened, it's in the past.

One thing I've learned about this nasty business

is whatever it takes to save yourself, we do it.

-Table for one.

-Of course, sir.

I know that this is none of my business,

but you've been gone a long time.

If Dean has started over, maybe you should, too.

KNOCK ON DOOR

I guess we're not going to make that dinner reservation.

Sorry.

I needed to walk. You know, clear my head.

You're confused, as you should be.

I'm not confused. I know exactly what I want.

-You.

-You can't force this decision, Dean.

-There is no decision.

-Of course there is.

You told me to talk to her and now you hold that against me?

I'm not holding anything against you.

-I've been trying to tell myself nothing has changed.

-Look at me.

What has really changed since yesterday? Huh?

I'm still not half as handsome as...

Sir Bedford?

It's Redford.

Not half as popular as the Beatles.

You were in love with her, Dean.

She broke your heart.

Now she's back. I can't be in the middle of that.

-Colette.

-Please don't make this any harder.

Just go.

Once you were upstairs,

did you see Mr Anderson engage in a fight with Mr Sirus Bolger?

Yes.

Did Mr Anderson see you?

I don't... I don't think so.

No.

Did Mr Bolger see you?

No.

Very good, Miss Cameron.

Now...

Miss Cameron, did Mr Anderson shoot Mr Bolger?

Answer the question, Miss Cameron.

I thought you'd be gone.

By "thought", I mean "hoped".

You were right earlier.

I was lying.

Gold star for me(!) But I never cheated on you.

There were never any other men.

I was not married.

All I ever wanted was to be your wife, Dean. I love you.

But I had to leave.

OK, so give me one good reason why you would have to disappear.

Without a call, without a trace, a note - anything.

It was life or death.

My life and the life of others around me. I was in real danger.

Why the hell would anyone want to hurt YOU, Bridget?

Because I worked for British Intelligence, MI6.

I was a spy, Dean.

I was a spy.

Dean, you've got to believe me!

Those other men were contacts, not lovers. Dean!

They told me I had to disappear. I wanted to tell you but I couldn't.

It was for your own safety and mine.

What do you want me to do with this information? Say, "Gee, thanks"?

The whole relationship has been a series of lies.

For your country or for the hell of it makes no difference to me.

I moved on. One thing I never lied about was you.

I've always loved you.

It's too late for that now. Dean, look at me.

Tell me you don't have feelings for me.

Tell me that you don't love me.

If you can do that, I'll walk down that corridor and disappear.

BANGING ON DOOR

-Ted!

-Hey.

-What are you doing here?

-I hope you don't mind me dropping by.

-I was just leaving.

-Oh. To your boyfriend's?

Maggie is expecting...company.

Kate's in London so I'm staying at her house. I don't have a boyfriend.

Is that because you said, er, you lost your...lock box?

-Good night, Ted.

-Wait. Forget that.

I, er... I have something for you.

-Ted!

-It's the real deal, all the bells and whistles and everything.

It's...beautiful!

-And expensive! Why?

-Because you talked a lot of sense into me.

-You bought me a professional camera because I talked a lot of sense?

-You're an excellent photographer.

Probably.

You're a real talent. It'd be a shame for the world not to see that.

-That's not all?

-No. I need your help.

Shopping for an engagement ring.

I'm going to ask Amanda to marry me.

LAUGHING: Yeah!

-I'll call you a cab. I'll tell you all about it.

-OK.

SOFT MUSIC PLAYS IN APARTMENT

I don't agree with any of your ideas. I'm never going to.

Is that why you summoned me here? To tell me you disagree with me?

I thought we covered that territory.

No. I, er... I have to talk to you.

Haven't you done enough talking for one day?

-Chris, I need to tell you...

-Can't it wait?

Till the morning?

-It can wait till the morning.

-Good.

Kate, you did well.

-I did what you told me.

-Did you ask yourself an internal question?

Yes.

Will I ever forgive myself?

No.

Goodbye, Anderson.

You saved my life, Kate.

You saved the lives of every agent on that list.

Now you've passed a polygraph under conditions which would have made most good agents crumble.

Despite your protestations,

you're very good at this.

You're free to go, as promised.

Anderson, wait.

Wait.

# You'll never know how much I really love you

# You'll never know how much I really care

# Listen

# Do you want to know a secret?

# Do you promise not to tell?

# Woah woah

# Closer

# Let me whisper in your ear

# Say the words I long to hear

# I'm in love with you

# Oo-oo-ooh

# Oo-oo-oo-ooh

# Oo-oo-oo-ooh. #

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