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Previously on Pan Am.

Why aren't you coming out of the fog, Captain?

Do we have enough room here? Yes, of course.

Henson's a vice president. I don't plan on telling him. Want to go for a ride?

I think I've already been taken for one. There'll be a man on your next flight.

Nico Lonzi.

We'll need fingerprints.

After you.

Pardon me? We'd all like to know what you're weighing in at these days.

Miss Ryan and I can continue our conversation with her supervisor upon

her return. You keep this up, you're not going to be around much longer.

Time to fly away.

Let's leave the world behind a little while.

And go to where the skies are never gray.

What do you say?

My pan-in material?

My shoes and socks, too.

Remarkably comfortable, I must say.

I'll have to buy you a pair.

Men's socks.

The way to a woman's heart.

Promise not to have too much fun in Rio.

What am I gonna wear?

What I did was stupid, Miss Havemeyer.

I apologize.

I was attempting a little levity, stupidly. And at my expense.

At the expense of Pan American World Airways.

How did I hurt Pan Am? My ability to effectively... Never mind.

You're right.

I made a mistake.

I will never do it again. As this is one of several infractions, your file will

be sent to the base manager.

Excuse me.

Are you firing me? The matter is now under review.

Please. I have worked my entire life to be here.

And until an official decision is made, yes, you are grounded.

But I have a flight to Brazil in two hours. We'll find a replacement.

Who can speak Portuguese?

Maggie.

Maggie, watch out.

You almost stepped in it.

Nothing new.

Hey, I tried you at home. You were pulled from the real flight.

No, not yet. Mrs. Alcott said that I could still... Not you, Maggie.

Kate.

Me?

Why?

Headquarters can't find your smallpox vaccination.

Do you want to see the scar?

They suspect it's their mistake, but they still can't let you fly until it's

sorted out.

Could be a good thing.

Your landlord called. There's a busted pipe in your building.

Did he leave a name?

Richard something.

What's with the photographer?

Life magazine. They're doing a follow-up piece of their April profile, Day in the

Life of Pan Am Stewardesses.

Really? Our crew?

Don't get too excited.

He's specifically here for Laura.

He sprung it on her ten minutes ago.

The powers that be are just full of surprises this morning.

And I'm off to deal with the plumber.

Take care of my sister.

Don't worry.

I won't leave her side.

More ginger ale for you, Mrs. Browse? Yes.

But this time with a little bourbon. Two fingers.

As soon as we're airborne.

Sorry, little pan and posterity.

Best opening line I've had in months.

A book.

Not just any book.

The Feminine Mystique.

You actually read the whole thing. Didn't skip to the answer key in the

back. Half a million copies sold. And to whom?

Women. And understanding women is the best way to get women.

You understand women. Oh, less than ever. But at least now it sounds like I

do.

Mink, 12 o'clock.

You're flying your paramour down to Rio?

Good morning. Welcome aboard.

Why, thank you.

Hello, Miss Sadler.

Captain Lowry. You remembered me.

I'm flattered.

I'm surprised to see you flying with us again so soon.

Seems I can't get enough of your Pan Am service.

Well, we'll try not to disappoint.

I'm counting on it.

Love the uniform.

Colette, I need you to switch to economy.

Laura's in first.

I'll cover both.

Covering both?

Or covering the photographer?

I'm in need of a little public relations.

Is that what they call it these days?

Management and I have a small difference of opinion.

Anything serious?

No, just my usual pickle.

Okay.

Not again with that book.

Takes me out of this place.

So does that door.

Outside that door is a crazy father in a trailer with two flat tires.

In here, at least everyone's pretty, all the clothes are beautiful, and none of

the parties serve beer.

Books make me sleepy.

How about some English?

I don't speak Portuguese.

This is America.

You bad waitress. You pick up. You mean boss. You hold horses.

Three cents.

Three cents.

I live off my tips.

I grasp that. Really, you grasp that?

What was wrong with my service?

Service was adequate.

Then why didn't you leave me an adequate tip?

I didn't want to encourage you.

I drove my first truck here right after the war, and Rose in there served me

coffee, black.

I was saving up to go to school on my GI Bill.

But 14 years later, I'm still driving a truck.

And she's still pouring Joe.

August in New York.

Even the flies are sweating.

Smallpox?

Really? I could have just told them your results were back.

Set their inquiring minds a quiver.

Why did you pull me from my fly?

Why haven't I heard from you?

I haven't had anything since Monte Carlo.

Haven't you?

Your friend at the United Nations?

Nico Lanza?

I've seen him a few times. You said he wasn't the target. At the time, he

wasn't.

Lanza works at the Yugoslavian consulate.

Their president, Josip Tito, has been playing us off the Soviets.

How does that involve me... Mr. Lanza? Your Nico is leaving town this week.

Diplomatic business. We need the where-tos and what-fors and where he

stands politically.

We never talk politics.

Here's your chance.

An amusement park.

Go play some hooky with your communist friend.

The weather in Rio de Janeiro is a lovely 75 degrees.

Be a nice break from the New York humidity.

Again, don't pose.

I don't know how not to.

Excuse me.

You look totally natural in that cover picture. Because I didn't know anyone

was taking it.

Hard to surprise you here. Where am I going to stand?

They told me this wouldn't happen, if at all, until next month.

What can I say?

Your Pan Am brass suddenly wanted this in Rio.

If I may, Mr... Graham will do.

Well, Graham, if you want to see more of the candid, spontaneous side of the Pan

Am stewardess, you really need to see us out of uniform.

Out of uniform?

Don't get ideas.

I mean Rio. I've made a list.

Shopping, the beaches of Ipanema, the botanical gardens, the night of Samba,

Bossa Nova.

Ambitious list.

You should see the one I sent Santa.

Look, Laura's a little uncomfortable with too much attention, but she listens

to me. I can make this easier for both of you, if you could do a girl a favor.

I've worked with temperamental before.

I meant me.

Laura was three weeks out of training when that cover landed her a spot on

this brand new clipper.

Maybe you could sprinkle some of that fairy dust my way and help me get out of

a jam.

Hey, I'm just a guy with a camera.

Who decides where it's pointed?

Nice maneuver, but you'll never give him the slip at 30,000 feet. I can't

understand why they couldn't pick someone with more experience.

Experience is overrated.

Maggie, I need your help with a woman in 11C.

She wants something but only speaks Portuguese.

Whenever I have to do something I really don't want to, I pretend I'm playing a

role. Like, um, actress in a movie. Give him a little... Betty Boo?

Bridget Bardo?

Bardo's a blonde.

Not originally.

Oh, hello, ladies.

I know that I shouldn't, but... I'm just going to poke my head in. Do you want to

take anything into the pilots?

Uh, I don't think so.

Roger that.

Should I have stopped her? She is Mr.

Henson's secretary, and Mr. Henson is a Pennum vice president.

If that woman is Henson's secretary, then I'm his dog walker.

You never see?

Portuguese.

Movie, Fred and Ginger, 15 letters.

Easy, flying down to Rio.

Is that whole puzzle about Rio?

Okay, smarty pants.

Hunchback, in Portuguese, nine letters. Sanjeev covers the hunchback stuff.

Corcovado. Gold star, Captain Lowry. Corca what?

Corcovado. That beautiful mountain right in the middle of the city.

The one with Big Jesus?

Why's he afraid we're gonna fly right into him?

I think Big Jesus is where my boss wants to take some of the pictures.

That would be Mr. Henson, Vice President.

He's going to be in Rio?

He's already there.

Preparing or something.

Life magazine photo shoot with one of the stewardesses.

And that's why you're headed down.

You know these VPs.

Can't blow their nose at a gal in a steno pad by their side.

So here I am.

Yes, here you are.

Keeping that for yourself, are you?

Maybe it's for a special girl back home.

You say that because you know how competitive I am.

It's for my niece, Magda.

In Yugoslavia, we don't have bears.

We have wolves.

You're going home?

Zagreb. Just for one week.

You will miss me.

Is that a command or a question?

Both.

A fortune teller.

Let's get our palms read. I don't need to come all the way to America to be

swindled.

Well, that's too bad. A gypsy woman once told me I'd fall in love with a dark,

handsome stranger.

And instead, you're stuck with me.

You see, anyone can read a palm.

Bad news?

A secret.

Which one?

Anyone you want to tell me.

Here? You want to hear a secret?

We can always leave it to the gypsy.

Here is a secret.

My mind is full of you.

I go to sleep this way. I wake up this way.

You follow me like a ghost.

Which is no good. No good?

With a ghost, I can't do this.

And the bear is yours.

You aren't following me, are you?

I was about to ask you the same thing.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Allow me.

You didn't by any chance arrange this, did you?

Right next door.

I'm good, but I'm not that good.

I hope you and Hanson aren't the noisy type.

Or that foolish.

You're certainly not that forthcoming.

Nine hours ago, it's all garters and socks.

There's no mention of Rio.

No mention of Henson.

And if I had?

Then I might have discouraged you from flying Pan Am today.

Then I guess I am that good.

Monte Carlo was a lark.

It was wild. And by some miracle, we managed to swerve around the accident in

the road. But Rio, Rio is the accident waiting to happen.

Let's keep it in New York, Ginny. We can read the road signs.

We can speak the language.

Hit with common sense, the mighty warrior falls.

Kate specifically asked for an alligator back.

Think we got enough shopping? I'm wasting film.

I haven't even bought anything yet. What was wrong with the clutch with the big

buckles?

Genuine alligator style, if style means plastic.

Will Kate even know the difference?

Meanwhile, somewhere people are dancing the bossa nova. I'm sorry.

You two go ahead.

Kate never asks me for anything, and I really want to do this for her.

Thought we had a deal.

I'll get her back on track.

Meet us by that big red canoe we saw in 15 minutes.

Not much longer.

Life is waiting.

Did I mention we're stewardesses?

We can tell everybody on the plane how to find your shop, or tell them to stay

away. Why not?

All day long.

So, we'd like the real thing, but for the plastic prices.

Could've been.

Stick with me, kid.

I know the lay of the land.

Drop slips are red, red folder.

Ad slips are blue, blue folder.

We usually hire a student for this job, but they can be so unreliable.

What's this folder for?

That's a request for transcripts. That gets walked down to Harvey in records.

Now, he will probably offer you an official degree for your phone number.

You'll want to avoid him.

And where is he, exactly, so I can avoid him? Main administration building.

I need to drop a class.

Roxanne Gibson?

World literature.

It's a shame.

Oh, I know. Professor Kolker's supposed to be wonderful, but it interferes with

my job. You're a stewardess? Yes.

Pan Am. Guess it's a giveaway.

Oh, it's more than that.

The way you carry yourself?

Pan Am training.

Confidence, leadership, and diplomacy.

All done with style and poise.

Poise. Anyway, I work Friday flights so I can fit in classes here, but I have to

sacrifice world lit.

Red slip.

I'll take care of it.

Don't you have more important things you could be doing?

Welcome to world literature.

As I call your name, respond not with here.

but with the title of the one book that you would request if you were

shipwrecked on a desert island. From that, I will extrapolate and perhaps

judge you.

Barnsdale. A Farewell to Arms.

Cheer up, Barnsdale.

Leroux.

Tropic of Cancer.

Well played, Leroux. You're on a desert island after all.

Gibson.

Roxanne Gibson.

The Great Gatsby.

Torn between the lunk who opened your coconuts and the man you left behind?

Oh, I'm not Daisy, sir.

I'm Gatsby. Ah, in love with what she can't have, you do realize you end up

shot to death in your own pool.

Not before I throw some truly fabulous parties at my treehouse, sir.

Damn the torpedoes.

I like that.

I can't believe the texture you know genuine when you feel it. Come on, this

way. And this?

I never thought I could afford to replace Ted's.

How can that man make a profit selling a Rolex so cheaply? I'd say he got the

fell-off-the-truck discount and passed it on to us.

Hurry up, Graham's waiting. You mean they're damaged?

You didn't notice that nothing in that stall was in its original box?

Wait, they're stolen?

I bought a stolen watch? You want me to give a stolen bag to my sister?

It's not like we stole them. Maggie!

Well, if we hadn't bought them, someone else would have.

Don't look guilty.

So, I figured, right out of the gate, at the airport, go for it. She worked for,

um, Air Linus, Brazil Air... Isn't that a cargo carrier?

That was my opening line. Yeah. Hola, senorita. I would like to show you my

very heavy cargo.

These Brazilian women, they don't understand me. It's pitiful.

It's pitiful.

Captain Lowry.

You're right, Ginny. It is the good captain and his merry crew.

Miss Sadler, Mr. Henson.

Good evening.

Mr. Henson, good to see you, sir. Good to see you too, Vanderwill.

Vanderway, or Ted, whichever.

We thought you all might like to join us for dinner.

If you haven't eaten.

We're all here, right?

I'm afraid you're going to have to make do with the good captain and Ms.

Valbois. I have, uh... An assignation? You know these Brazilian girls.

One strike left with the bases loaded.

Well, swing away, by all means, Benderwick.

This is swell.

Shall we?

What if they cut off our hands?

We're in Rio, not Saudi Arabia.

And we didn't steal anything.

Tell them that. Tell them anything. You haven't said a word in our defense.

That's because there's nothing to defend.

They don't know our purchases fell off a truck.

Then why are we here?

For whatever reason, they come up with loitering, probably.

Loitering? We were shopping.

We need to call Pan Am.

Pan Am?

Yes, yes, Pan Am. Hotel Intercontinental. Mac, he obviously

wants to clear things up. He obviously wants a bribe.

Look, this happens.

They pull two girls into the big, scary jail in the hopes of getting a payoff.

Well, it worked.

I'm scared, so let's pay them off.

We don't have enough on us, and everybody we know is out for the

evening, so if we just keep our mouths shut, they'll let us go, okay?

I'm supposed to meet the photographer and Mr. Henson first thing in the

morning. Go over there right now, find out how much they want, and then tell

them we need to make a long-distance call to New York.

Kate can wire the money. I can't do that.

Maggie, I don't want to spend the night. I mean, I actually can't do that.

I don't speak Portuguese.

But that's one of your languages. I've heard you speak it. A few words.

I can tell Officer Roberto what a bad waitress he is if you think that'll

help.

You're a fake.

It was the best of semesters.

It was the worst of semesters.

Yes, these grades are final. No, you may not question them, nor may you grovel.

No hysterics. How about dignified weeping?

Jane Austen would not approve.

But Jane Austen didn't have to pull three all-nighters before finals.

I doubt Miss Austen would blanch at a little academic critique.

Why then, I wonder, did she write under a pseudonym? Who in this class would

understand her motives better than you?

Roxanne.

You would have gotten an A on the exam.

In fact, you did well the whole term.

Or rather, somebody did well.

It's my work.

And you are who?

Roxanne?

Susan?

Marjorie? Do you really think you could keep this up?

Sitting in on classes, masquerading as other girls.

I was working at the registrar's office.

People kept dropping these wonderful classes.

All I did was pick them up.

You're not even enrolled.

You have any idea how much trouble you're in?

Gatsby, indeed.

You're smart, a hard worker, well-possessed.

Make someone see that.

It's the Pan-American World Airways.

Pan-American.

La meilleure compagnie aérienne de tous les temps. The best airline that ever

will be.

I didn't know you spoke French.

Oh, gosh, no.

What did I say?

Almost exactly what I said.

But you notice a difference, though.

No accent.

That's why you're a vice president.

And you, Captain, are an excellent pilot.

There was nothing wrong with that.

To Captain Lowry. No, no, no, no, no. To Air Force training.

Yes, sir. No, sir. Right away, sir.

All that authority crap. I would have put a gun in my mouth.

And yet you are authority.

Everywhere but in the cockpit.

I think I've made it almost too long. I'm going to the little girl's room.

I'll go with you.

First, where is that waiter?

Going to get us some more eau de vie.

That's French, right?

Oui.

Be right back. Yeah.

I don't know how you handle the travel.

You seem to travel quite a lot.

I don't know how the hell I handle it.

You know what they say.

Plenty of water.

No. Plenty of Ginny.

Oh, don't play confused on me now, Captain.

I think we both know Ginny's not my secretary.

Sir, what do people do on their own? No, no, no, don't call me sir. Call me

Henson.

Ginny is over the rainbow wacky and intoxicating.

I wouldn't...

She does have a way about her.

Most men wouldn't understand why I... I love her.

But you, Captain... I'm guessing you are a man who does.

With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our

nation. Into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

With this faith, we will be able to work together to pray... Excuse me, we were

watching that.

Brave man.

Reminds me of my cousin.

Men like that don't live too long in my country.

It took a lot of years to make that speech possible, and even now.

Yeah, but still, so many people came to listen.

Here in America, there's...

There's hope.

You don't have hope for Yugoslavia?

It is static.

And worse, I'm static.

I thought Tito was making changes.

Oh, changes, yeah.

But, uh, for the better.

Where's the music? We need some music.

You're choosing?

Oh, I'm paying. You're choosing.

Something new.

For a new day.

Okay. Roy Orbison, the Beach Boys, the Chiffons, chime in. You see anything you

like?

Walk Like a Man?

Oh, yeah.

Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons.

Any good?

It's really good.

Okay, before I invest my nickel, you tell me how it goes.

I am not singing. Pay your money and take your chances.

Should I take you home?

It seems like something's bothering you.

The people in that square, they face great risk for what is right.

They walk like men.

Nico, in my experience, you know, life changes every minute.

If there's something you want to do, it's never too late.

Dean, it's me.

Dean, I'm so sorry.

It was such a stupid idea.

Dean.

This isn't necessary.

Necessary? You mean like how fluency in Portuguese is necessary for stewardesses

who claim to speak it?

You know, food must taste great from a silver spoon.

Necessary. So you can say, serve drinks, offer directions, or, I don't know, talk

your way out of a police precinct in Rio de Janeiro.

Where's your photographer now?

Ted!

Oh, I'm just dying to know how you ladies pulled this one off.

I never thought I'd be able to afford to replace yours.

Oh, you didn't have to do that.

You were so sweet to... Okay, okay, can you just get us out of here? Just be

grateful I happen to be striking out at the hotel bar when these gentlemen

called up asking to speak to the Pan Am boss.

Suficiente?

Excuse me, Pan Am?

There you are. I'm Maggie Ryan.

I'm sorry, Miss Ryan. The interviews were from three to six.

Oh, please.

I came all the way from Tacoma. I'm afraid we've found our girls.

Well, I would have made it on time if it weren't for the accident.

A logging truck, the bindings came loose, and timber was raining from the

sky. I had to stay until the ambulances came.

You would be surprised how few people know how to staunch the flow of blood.

Well, that's very impressive.

But as I'm sure you're aware, the Pan Am stewardess is above all things.

Cultured. I've had my heart broken twice, mister.

Claymore. Once by a boy named Chip, and once by a man named F. Scott Fitzgerald.

And I wasn't even an English major.

World history.

That's my passion.

My transcript.

Hot off the presses of the Berkeley Registrar's Office.

I saw to it myself.

Well, you got gumption, Ms. Ryan. And poise, Mr.

Claymore. That Pan Am poise.

I did a stint modeling the latest fashions from Paris.

But the thing that irks me about modeling, what really riles me,

is that it's all about the body and nothing at all to do with the brain.

I think women should be acknowledged for their brain.

I see you took some Spanish.

Unfortunately, we have a surplus of Spanish speakers.

Come on.

Portuguese. You're fluent?

Here's the thing. I've been training my whole life for this job.

I know both elbow grease and elocution. But I think the most important thing for

a Pan Am stewardess is that she be good company for the journey and a fast

friend.

Sorry for that. No way. I hate to see you this upset.

My cousin is being put on a show trial. You know what that is?

It's a favorite practice of Tito's regime.

The defendant has little to no opportunity to justify himself.

My cousin, he was forced to sign a statement under duress.

He was tortured?

He'll be found guilty.

I must go to Belgrade and do what I can.

But what about Zagreb and your family?

I'll have to wait.

Nico, are you in danger?

Tito has put an entire nation in danger.

Chief architect of the second Yugoslavia.

Yet his dreams are not for his people.

I must go and try to help my cousin. This might be the last time I'll ever

see him again.

Nico?

My mind is full of you too.

Maggie those cops were lucky there wasn't a fork around.

Don't start it on me, okay?

I know, you warned me before, and I didn't listen.

Oh, that was me saying hi.

Your girls did your time, paid your dad to society.

Tell that to the base manager.

I thought we kept him out of this.

Not the one in Rio, Ted.

You mean New York?

You mean that base manager?

Ted, I disagree with your politics, your attitude toward women, and...

Well, you as a person in general. But you show up.

You come through.

And not everyone does that, so... Thank you.

Maggie, what is going on?

Maggie.

Are you sure you don't need a few more plane photos?

I have plenty.

I didn't mean to abandon you at the beach, honest.

Even Coco Chanel only stood me up for three hours.

You shot Coco Chanel?

Almost. She ran off with an alligator bag.

I don't suppose I could make it up to you?

I could make you a list.

I'll get you a pen.

Mr. Hanson, can I offer you anything?

No, thank you. I'm fine.

Then maybe you can help me with something.

If a girl was to find herself in a little bind with the airline, would you

be in a position to perhaps put in a good word?

I don't get involved in personnel issues, if that's what you mean. It

wasn't even a serious infraction.

I can't help you.

Sorry.

Well, thank you anyway.

Did Graham get all the shots he needed?

I owe him some time in New York.

Well, I'm sure it'll be fine.

He'll be the model stewardess.

That's funny, coming from you.

I already apologized.

In what language?

Portuguese?

I didn't hear anything that sounded like an apology.

No one ever had any expectations of me.

Never thought I could get anywhere.

Not my family, not my friends.

But for some reason, I did.

Even though I didn't know where anywhere was or how I would find it.

Yet. Here I am.

I made a new me.

I took a lot of shortcuts.

Told more than a few fibs.

Every time I got caught, I moved on.

Each close call was a stepping stone to something better.

But this time, there is nothing better.

This is it.

I can't lose Pan Am.

Why would you lose it?

The truth is, I admire you more than you know.

And I'm sorry, Laura.

He was flying to Zagreb, but he changed his plans.

Belgrade.

His cousin's on show trial there.

Anything else?

He's not a communist.

They don't all carry cards, you know.

He hates Tito, admires Martin Luther King, and he even likes Frankie Valli

and the Four Seasons.

Part about Tito's interesting.

He said that Tito's dreams were not for his people.

Daring words for a diplomat.

He must trust you.

He shouldn't.

Sounds like he's working for the wrong people.

Is that what this is about?

You want him to spy for you? For us.

You'll have to tread lightly.

Turning a target into an asset is about patience and control.

For now, just keep building on that trust.

You want me to turn him?

Welcome to the big leagues.

Richard, no.

I'm a curry, remember? This is... I can't.

do this with the way nico feels about tito how long do you think he's gonna

last

dean

everett's inside it's fine jimmy let's give this a few

days

You were right.

Rio was... I was the accident waiting to happen.

And the dinner, I'm... I'm sorry that I put you through that. I know you are,

but this is not the time to talk about it.

I don't want to sneak around anymore.

Neither do I. I don't want to pretend anymore.

I can't pretend anymore, Dean.

Not when I've fallen in love.

Margaret. Margaret.

Before you go, the base manager's expecting you in his office.

Already?

Now? I'm sorry.

Margaret.

Now.

Okay. Um, tell him I'll be there in a minute.

Mr. Henson, I hate to bother you again, but if you would reconsider helping me

out... I already told you I don't get involved in... What if I return the

favor? Saving your job is more than a favor. What if I could tell you

something about someone you're very close to?

Just one more chance to

prove it's you.

Miss Havemeyer?

Miss Ryan.

I heard you made a new friend on your flight home from Brazil.

I try to make friends wherever I go.

I can only imagine.

Welcome. How can I help you?