All language subtitles for Pan.Am.S01E10

NARRATOR:
Previously on Pan Am...

I bet you've got
a few surprises under
that cute blue hat.

Is that smoke?
That speech is
government property.

Not anymore.

Marry me!
I... I can't say yes now.

Teddy? Look at you.

(BOTH LAUGH)

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

This is real.

Pan Am stewardess can
travel all around the world
without suspicion.

And what if I refuse?

We can make this
your last mission...

And your last flight.

(GRUNTS)
(COCKS GUN)

(GUNSHOT)
(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

That was never
supposed to happen.

But now that it has,
there are certain protocols
we have to follow,

do you understand?

You'll need an alibi

in case anyone saw you
follow him here tonight.

Kate, I need you
to focus.
(GLASS SHATTERS)

Think.

Did anyone see you
follow him here tonight?

I don't know.

Scotland Yard
will investigate,

and MI6
will want answers.

Kate...

Look at me.

Right now
you have to run.

(SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(KNOCK)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)
Bridget?

Kate. I'm back.

Back from the dead.

(GASPS)

Where have you been?

What are you doing here?

Well, I was hoping
you could tell me that.

Well, according to
my horoscope,

I can expect
a great opportunity
to present itself.

Let's hope that means
Mike Ruskin

is going to help me
publish my article.

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

What I want is
for the entire world

to hate Congressman
Christopher Rawlings

and his nuclear
death monger agenda.

If I happen to become
a world-famous journalist

in the process,
so be it.

He didn't seem like
a death monger.

Looks can
be deceiving.

Stay there.

My teacher said
lighting is the key
to revelatory photography.

I'm forgetting why
I volunteered for this.

Because this week's
assignment is portraits,

and I told you that
I needed 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.
(KNOCK)

Don't!

Maggie,
you're acting crazy.

He might be here
to arrest me.

Arrest you? For what?

I... I might have
set his hotel room
on fire.

London? That was you?

CHRISTOPHER: Well,
I can't actually
arrest you.

I'm not
a law enforcement official.

Plus I forgot
my handcuffs.

But something tells me
you might have
your own set.

I heard you could
strangle republicans
with them,

so I thought I should
invest in a pair.

Hmm.

Nice hair.

Why are you here?

Specifically, you haven't
been returning my calls,

and I'd like
to have lunch
with you tomorrow.

More generally,
I think you might
be insane,

but you intrigue me.

Lunch? With you?

I'd rather chew off
my own leg.

Fair enough.
Just one question,

if you hate me
so much,

why do you care
what you look like
right now?

(CHUCKLES)

(WHISPERS)
It's a good question.

Call me.
I'm staying at the Ritz.

Oh, and, uh,
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.

TED: I think that
you two would make
a perfect couple.

(LAUGHS) Me and
Charles Talcott?
Yes.

You can't be serious.
(LAUGHS)

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

I don't know.
He's very fancy.

Oh, and fancy
is perfect for me?

What was the name
of your horse again?

Which one?
(LAUGHS) Exactly.

Okay.
Maybe I grew up fancy.

But that's not
what I'm looking for.

Then what? Snooty?
Stuffy?

Well, after four
marvelous days in London

and three in New York,

I suspect all this time
I was looking for you.

Mmm.

(LAUGHS) Teddy,
it's getting late.

Uh, I haven't seen
the inside of your
place yet, though.

(LAUGHS)
The inside of my place

is being
very 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.

Hmm.

What was his name?
No, no, no, no.

Bedford... Bed...
Bedford?

I doubt he's even
that handsome offstage.

But they wear makeup,
you know?

Redford.
Robert Redford.

Fine. See?
Even the name...

He just sounds like
a prima donna.

It might be worth it
to wake up to that face.

Aw. "Take me to go see
Barefoot in the Park,"
she says.

"It'll be romantic."

Aw. I'm teasing you.

It was a wonderful night.

Yeah. And if
I squint my eyes...

Yes, you do
look like him.

(LAUGHS)

And the French don't
have a sense of humor,
they say.

Don't worry.
I won't tell anybody.
It'll be our little secret.

Oh, I thought
you didn't like secrets.

Well, depends
who's keeping it.

Well, then,
I might have
one for you.

Really?
When we get
to London.

Really? What is it?
Animal? Vegetable?

Oh...
Mineral?

I can't tell you.
Come on.

No, it's a secret. Mmm.

I have ways
of making you talk.

Oh, yes?
Mmm-hmm.

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 out
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.

That's wonderful,
Bridget.

Really.

What is the first thing
you're going to do?

Get my job back
at Pan Am, of course.

(LAUGHS)

And Dean.

I've come back for Dean.

I hear you have
a houseguest.

Yes. Thank you
for the heads up.

We thought
you could be useful

in helping Bridget
with her...transition.

The thing is, Richard,
I'm tired of being useful,

and I'm tired of being
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
when you get to London,

polygraph,
then you're on your way.

Polygraph?

I have to take
a lie detector test?

It's standard
in cases like this.

You were a witness
to a shooting, after all.

Witness.

MI6 will want to make sure
all the i's are dotted

and the t's
are crossed.

We do have a dead body
on our hands, Kate.

(SIGHS) 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 done good, kid.

(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)

MAGGIE: Really, Mike?
I pegged you as tidy.

Is there
a secret password?

Uh, "abracadabra,"
maybe?

"Open sesame"?

Maggie,
thanks for coming.

I was so excited
to get your call.

I'm ready.

Ready for what?

Uh, my meeting
with your editor.
About my article?

Uh... No.

I actually called you
down here to, uh,

give you, uh...

These.

Uh, I don't understand.

What are these?

Political articles.

And I should
read them because?

They're very well written.

And my article was...

Not so well written.

(GASPS) Wow.
Mike, I don't know
what to say about that.

Maggie, listen,
you're passionate.
That's a good thing.

And you're smart.
That's even better.

And you spell
really well,

which is
pretty much crucial
to the whole process.

So it's just
the words you hated.

You're the one
who's doing the hating.
That's the problem.

Your article
was an angry diatribe.

Uh, so the folks
who agree with you

are going to
get a kick out of it,

but so what?
They already
agree with you.

You have to
find an angle.

Why does he believe
what he believes?

Uh, where's
he coming from?

You have to lead
the reader in

and convince them
that you're right
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 just gotta
dig deeper.

MAN: Ruskin?

Oh, I've got to run
to an editorial meeting.

Do you, uh,

you wanna do Chumley's
next week?

Oh, sure. Of course.

The Ritz, please.

Oh! Edward Vanderway.
Lieutenant, US Navy.

Serial number 653...
Knock it off.

I'm never going to
figure out lighting.

Sure you will.

You're just not gonna get
any good pictures

with this old thing.
(CLICK)

But I'm a beginner, Ted.
My sister gave it to me.

If you don't want
to be here...

I'm just teasing.
Jeez.

So what's
the assignment?

Men of great character?
Most eligible bachelors?

I have to photograph
one beautiful face...
(CLICK)

And one unusual one.

What, seriously?
Who...who's
your other subject?

Maggie.
Oh, okay. (LAUGHS)

For a second there,
I thought I was
the weirdo face.

Yeah.

Okay.
I think I've got it.
Good. (CLEARS THROAT)

Hey, can I ask you,
um, something?

Did you and, uh, Craig,
you know, uh, do it?

That is none
of your business,

and for the last time,
my fiance's name was Greg.

Greg.
Right.

Right. Greg.

Um, so I'm guessing
everything's still
in the lockbox?

Stop talking.
(SHUTTER CLICKS)

Is there anything
that Greg could...
Craig...

Greg...could have done,
uh, different

uh, to, uh, you know,
make things unlocked?

If you think for one moment
that I'm going to coach you

on how to get into
some poor girl's pants...

Don't smile.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

She's not a poor girl.
She's a very,
very rich girl

who I spent
the entire week with.

Nonstop.
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 puppy dogs

with peanut butter,
but that is it.

Hmm.
What "huh"?

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

I'm not willing
to wait.

That... That's my point.
I mean, sure,

Amanda is smart and funny
and beautiful,

but seriously,
what is the point
of boiling water

if you're not gonna make
the hot toddy?

Well, I think
falling in love
may suit you.

No, we're having
lunch later today
with my father,

so I... I think
after that,

I'm gonna have to
put the brakes
on this one.

Ted?
Hmm?

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

And you look
like a statue.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

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

All I'm saying is
there are some girls

who are saving themselves
for marriage,
and I admire that.

I'm just not
one of them.

Wait. What?

(SHUTTER CLICKS)
Ha.

Did you see this?

2,000 screaming
Beatles fans

showed up at Heathrow
last night.

Yeah, apparently,
"The Fab Four" were
returning from Sweden...

(WHISPERS)
And word got out.

Well, I hear
they're very popular.

You know...
(CHUCKLES)

They have girl hair.
Right?

(CHUCKLES) Well,
it doesn't seem to
bother their fans.

(CHUCKLES)

Um, can I cash
this check, please?

British pounds.

Uh, you can go ahead
and make that dollars.

I need money
for London.

Pounds sterling.

Thank you.
For what?

Five-star dinner
in Balentine?

Tickets to the ballet,

then darts and drinks
at the Squid and Wiggle?

Yeah,
we're doing all of that,

and you're not paying
for anything.

No?

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've spent every night
for months imagining
our reunion

and...and what
I'd say to you
when I saw you.

Look...

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 were angry,

betrayed, confused.

The list was
fairly extensive,

and you have all the right
to be all those things.

I... I can't imagine
what you're feeling
right now.

Why are you even here,
Bridget?

I've been reinstated
back at Pan Am.

They're flying me
to London on the 2:00.

You're a passenger?

On my flight?

I... I was hoping
that when we touchdown,

we could have dinner,
and I could explain
what happened

and where I've been.

All those nights...

You imagining
what I would say
in this moment,

and it never
even occurred to you

that I might just do
exactly what you did...

Leave.

(WHISPERS)
Oh. I'm so clumsy.

Oh, let me help you.

I got it.

Colette, what's wrong?

Bridget is back.

(GRUNTS)

I know.
I saw her this morning.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Hey, Kate.
Could you give us
a minute?

Yes, of course.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You okay?

I don't know.

Are you?

Yeah. Fine.

We can talk
about this later.

There is nothing
to talk about.

Okay, nothing's changed.

It is you and me,
Colette.

That's all that matters.

You hear me?

I hear you.

Okay.

Something you
wanna tell me?

(COCKPIT DOOR CLOSES)

I was waiting
for the right moment.

I guess I waited
too long.

BOTH: Welcome to Pan Am.

COLETTE:

Welcome to Pan Am.

Kate.
Welcome.

Colette.
Welcome to Pan Am.

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

Welcome.
MAN: Thank you.

Is this where all
the congressmen
hang out?

Well, only if they love
a good burger.

Can I get some vinegar
with those fries?

Vinegar?

It's a nasty habit
I picked up
from the Brits.

They keep a bottle
behind the counter here.

You must
come here a lot.

Actually,
I used to work here.

That's how I put myself
through law school.

I have two older sisters.
Dad was a longshoreman.

I played trumpet
in high school.

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

(COUGHS) Why are
you telling me all this?

In the desperate 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.

(CHUCKLES)

Scotch, please.
Make it a quadruple.

And then
pour half of that
into a second glass.

Add two cubes of ice
to each,

and deliver them
with water backs.

You want me to
get through lunch
with my dad?

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, um, look,
we need to talk.

MAN: Edward.
Hey, Pop.

Mr. Vanderway.
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?

(ROARING)

Ah. 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.

(WHISPERS) What?

(NORMAL VOICE) 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...

I don't blame him.

But you two are friends.

Can you ask him
to give me a chance?

Just to explain myself.

Please, Colette?

Yes.

(AMERICAN ACCENT)
Excuse me, Miss, uh,

I need another
Tom Collins, please.

(GLASSES CLINK)

(ICE RATTLES)

(NORMAL VOICE, LOWERED)
Scotland Yard is
none too happy

about the jeweler's
murder,

nor are they convinced
it was a simple robbery.

You made it look
like a break-in,
you took jewels...

Well, not enough,
it would seem.

But it was a mission.

He was selling...
It was a botched mission.

The man in question
may have been a traitor,

but for various reasons,

Scotland Yard
can't know about that.

(SIGHS)

(CURTAIN RINGS SWOOSH)

Richard thinks
you pulled the trigger.

(CLICKS TONGUE)
Yes, of course he does.

That's what I told him.

Why?

To avoid
further speculation,
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.

(SCOFFS)
MI6 won't hand me over
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 little boy,

he refused
to finger paint.

Really? (CHUCKLES)
I didn't see the point.

It's not like
we couldn't afford
the brushes.

Alice used to sit
next to his high chair
with a wet towel

because he wanted
to be cleaned off

every time
he touched the food.

(CHUCKLES)
I'm sure this is all very
fascinating for Amanda,

but maybe we could talk
about something else.

The point is,
Edward never liked to
get his hands dirty.

Still doesn't.

I live in Manhattan.
It's not like I got
a back 40 to plow.

Figure of speech, son.

It means
you don't apply yourself.

Maybe if you did,
you'd be Captain

instead of
just first officer.
(UTENSIL CLATTERS)

Hey, you know what?
You know, speaking
of little-known secrets,

Mr. Vanderway,

Daddy told me that
your freshman year
at Warwick,

you were part
of the theater club's
annual light opera.

I don't remember that.

(CHUCKLES) 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.

Daddy said
you were desperate
to join the club,

but there weren't
any male roles left,

so you volunteered to play
one of the female roles.

You played a girl?

(CHUCKLES)
It was The Mikado,
if I remember correctly.

The female parts
were traditionally played

by the girls
at Miss Fielding's School,

but when
your father approached
the director and begged...

Oh, it sounds like you
really applied yourself,
Pop.

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

(LAUGHS)

(SNIFFLES)

WOMAN: * 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?

* Whoa, oh, oh

* Closer

Hi. I didn't
hear you come in.

* Let me whisper
in your ear

How long have
you been here?

Long enough to know
that I'm in trouble.

Oh. You're falling
for the death monger.

* Ooh, ooh, ooh

We spent the day
together. (SIGHS)

It was... He was...

Amazing.

Would it really be
the worst thing
in the world,

falling for
the Congressman?

I mean, for goodness sakes,
he's not a criminal, Maggie.

Oh, no.
No, that would be me.

Maggie the arsonist.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

* Would you promise
not to tell?

* Oh, oh

Hello? Hi, Mike.

What good news?

No. No, you can't...
stay there.

Don't move.
I'll be right there.

Maggie,
what's the matter?

Everything.

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

(DOOR CLOSES)

* Ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh, ooh *

You worked up
an appetite?

I got those, uh,
reservations at Balentine

and then
your mysterious secret.

Dean, I was thinking,

maybe you should hear
what Bridget has to say.

(CHUCKLES) I... Why... Why
the hell would I do that?

Well, because you...

We can't move forward
until you put this
behind you.

I... 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.

(LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

So how sick
were you?

You couldn't even call?

The prognosis
wasn't good.

I didn't want
to saddle you
with an ailing bride.

Oh, so...so you were
doing me a favor,

disappearing,
not telling me
where you were?

Now... You're better.

It's good news.

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

Did you know
that 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.

Rumor is they're staying
in the hotel,

and that's all it is,
a rumor.

You give me Sinatra
any day.

Times are changing.

Not for the better,
if you ask me.

Not for the better at all.

(PAPERS RUSTLING)

Well, congratulations
on your clean bill
of health.

Your husband
must be thrilled.

I'm not married.

That was a lie,
an atrocious lie, Dean.

What about
the other men?

Are they all
an atrocious lie?

There were never
any other men.
No. No.

There were
always other men...

in bars, in elevators,
in hotel lobbies.

No, Dean...
No, I saw that,
Bridget.

I saw the nods,
the glances,
the smiles.

I just never let myself
believe it.
Dean, no.

So you cheated on me,
you lied, you left,

and now I'm done.
Dean, I never wanted
to lie to you.

ANDERSON: The trick
to a successful lie is

to believe that
you're telling the truth.

If you know
that something is false,

how can you trick yourself
into believing it isn't?

Simply make the false answer
another question's truth.

Look, if I ask you,

"Did you shoot
Mr. Bolger?"

You simply fashion,
in your mind,

a question which
the truthful answer
is "No."

Something like, uh...

"Am I a secretary?"

Then 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 that night.

How you were pulled
into the mission,

how you ended up
at the jeweler's,

the race to get there.

You need only lie
about one thing,

and you're free and clear
of this forever.

Okay, 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...

(VOICE BREAKING)
pretending like
it didn't happen,

like it was
a bad dream,

but it doesn't matter.

I killed a man,
Anderson.

(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)

(LAMP CLATTERS)

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

Well, 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.

Oh, and which grown man
are we referring to now?

(HORN HONKS)

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"?

Well, we were
short a column
at deadline,

so I goosed yours
and sent it off
to the presses.

But I...there weren't
enough facts.

It's a...
It's a baseball bat.

You said
it wasn't ready yet.

It wasn't, but you can't
run blank space
in a newspaper.

You have to
stop this, Mike.

Don't worry.
I did some quick research

and I rounded it
out a bit.

You know, we're not gonna
win over the opposition,

but at least every
liberal reader
in Manhattan

is gonna know
what a jackass
Rawlings is.

(GROANS)
Congratulations, Mags.

You're gonna be
published. (KISSES)

(PAPER WHOOSHES)

(SIGHS)

(LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Looked 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...

But 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 ever had
to take a polygraph?

A lie detector? No.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

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 should not have asked.

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

Everything I thought
I understood
about this world is...

It's been
turned upside down.

(WHISPERS) 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,

you do it.

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)

So I guess we're
not going to make

that dinner reservation
after all.

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.

(CHUCKLES)

So you're the one
that told me
to talk to her,

and now you're
gonna hold that
against me?

No, I'm not holding
anything against you.

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

Hey, look at me.

What has really changed
since yesterday?

Huh?

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

Is it 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
engaged in a fight

with Mr. Cyrus 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.

(SCOFFS)

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.

Okay, so you 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 lives
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,
they were contacts.
They were not lovers.

I don't want
to hear this.
Dean.

They told me
I had to disappear.
I had no choice.

I wanted to
tell you everything,
but I couldn't.

It was for your own safety
and mine.

What do you want me to do
with this information,
Bridget?

Say, "Gee, thanks
for the explanation.
Let's get married now"?

The whole relationship
has been a series of lies,

and whether you...
whether you lied
for your country

or for the hell of it,
it makes no difference
to me.

I've moved on.

Dean, one thing
I never lied about
was you.

I've always loved you.

I love you still.
No, it's...it's too late
for that now.

Dean, look at me.

Look at me
and tell me you still
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 I'll disappear.

(DOORKNOB RATTLES)

(RHYTHMIC KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Ted.
Hey.

What are you doing here?

Hope you don't mind me
dropping by.

Actually,
I was just leaving.

Oh. Headed 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.

I thought
because you said, uh,

you know,
you lost your, uh,
the lockbox.

Good night, Ted.
Wait. Forget that.

I... I, uh,
I have something for you.

Ted.

It's the real deal,

all the bells
and whistles
and everything.

Oh.

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?

And because you're
an excellent photographer.

Probably.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS) You're
a real talent, Laura,

and it'd be a shame
for the world not
to see that.

But that's not all?

No. Um, I need to
ask you a favor.
I need your help.

Shopping for
an engagement ring.
(CHUCKLES)

I'm gonna ask Amanda
to marry me.

Oh.
(LAUGHS) Yeah.

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

Okay.

* Something happened

* Last night

I don't agree
with any of your ideas.

I'm never going to.

Whoa. Is that why
you summoned me
down here?

To tell me
you disagree with me?

I thought we covered
that territory.

* An angel flew
right through the door

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

Haven't you done enough
talking for one day?

* Someone smilin'

Chris, I need
to tell you...

Can it wait?

Till the morning?

Mmm.

* You and I were meant
to fall in love

It can wait
till morning.

Good.

* Something happened
last night *

Kate.
Kate, you did well.

I did what you told me.

Did you ask yourself
an internal question?

Yes.

"Will I ever
forgive myself?"

No.

Good-bye, Anderson.

You saved
my life, Kate.

You saved the lives
of every agent
on that list.

And now you've passed
the polygraph

under conditions
which would've made
most good agents crumble.

Despite
your protestations,

you're very good at this.

You're free to go,
as promised.

Anderson, wait.

Wait.

MAN: * 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?

* Whoa, oh, oh

* Closer

* Let me whisper
in your ear

* Say the words
I long to hear

* I'm in love with you

* Ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh, ooh

* Ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh, ooh

* Ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh, ooh *