All language subtitles for Pan.Am.S01E11

(GUNSHOT)
NARRATOR:
Previously on Pan Am...

Mi6 will want answers.

I have to take
a lie detector test?

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

You're not begging
to come upstairs?

Some things
are worth waiting for.

You're trying
to distract me.

I'm trying to tell you...

I like you.

I have to talk to you.
Can it wait?

Hello, Dean.

It is you and me,
Colette.

That's all that matters.

I've always loved you.

BRIDGET: I don't think
I've ever seen a morning
more beautiful.

Penny for
your thoughts?

En route
to Rome last June,

during our layover,

I saw you come out
of the hotel with a man
in a gray suit.

So I'm guessing
that he was...

A handler from MI6.

Part of my mission there.

And Paris...

You left me at dinner
and told me you had the flu.

I had to sneak away
to make a drop.

So everything...

everything
I didn't understand

was because you were a spy,
and I was in the dark.

Not everything.

Women are conundrums,
even when they
aren't spies.

How about the reason
you called off
our engagement?

I didn't know how I was
supposed to be your wife

when I had to...

What, when you had
to lie to me?

Keep my cover, Dean.

But that's over.

I'm free of MI6.
We can be together.

Who is "we," Bridget?

The woman I thought
I knew,

who I loved,
she was fiction.

No.

The woman who fell
in love with you,
she was real.

And then...and then
you're just...you're gone.

You left,
and I was forced
to move on.

To Colette?

Well...

You have to admit,
last night was wonderful.

And a mistake.

It was my mistake.

(SIGHS)

I never stopped
loving you, Dean.

And I want to be
your wife.

The question is,
what do you want?

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Yeah,
this is Captain Lowrey.

Uh... Yeah.

I... I can get
on the next flight
out of Heathrow.

Of course.
Let... Let him know
that I'll be there.

Uh, bye, now.

(HANGS UP RECEIVER)

I gotta get to New York.

You seen my cuff link?

Is everything all right?

Yeah, uh...

Juan Trippe requested
a meeting with me

in New York. Tomorrow.

Juan Trippe?
Yeah.

What does he want?

I don't know.

(ENGINES ROARING)

TED: Wait, wait, wait, wait.
So let me get this straight.

The... The Chairman
of Pan Am

just flew you
back to New York
for a private meeting?

That's right.

What'd he say?

Apparently Khrushchev
and Kennedy

have opened a hotline.
The cold war's thawing.

Mr. Trippe wants Pan Am
to be the first western
airline to fly...

Wait.
To the Soviet Union?

Yeah. He wants to
open a new route,

so he's sending
a diplomatic mission.

Morning. How are you?
To the Soviet Union?

That's what he said.

(SIGHS)

Well, how come
you get to go
and I don't?

That he didn't say.
Ugh!

You know what
this means, don't you?

You're Trippe's ace,
the new face
of the jet age.

Doubtful.
Next thing you know, he'll
name the airline after you.

Highly doubtful.

(SIGHS)

Well, if I don't get
the U.S.S.R.,

I'm making the best
of my time off.

(LAUGHS)

How much "yes" you think
a karat will give me?

How much "yes" from who?

What do you mean, "who"?
Amanda.

Wait, this is the girl
your parents
set you up with?

Uh-huh.
A month ago?

Thought you hated her.
Ooh.

When you know, you know.

(LAUGHS) And you know?

I do!

Oh. Does she?

That's what I aim
to find out.

Just gotta pick
the right moment.

I guess we're both
on a mission.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

What,
you don't like onions?

Onions?

In your eggs?
Congressman?

I'm sorry.

I like them better than
I like the Village Voice,
I'll tell you that.

You're still fixated?

On this worthless piece
of yellow journalism?
Yes. Quite.

"Despite insisting
he's a Republican
to the core,

"an anonymous source
close to the Congressman

"claims Rawlings'
public policy stances

"don't match
his private beliefs."

(CLATTER)
Eggs.

Eat.
It's the Voice.

What do you care
what they think,
anyway?

I don't, but I also don't
appreciate sources

with inside knowledge
conspiring with the enemy.

Aren't you "conspiring
with the enemy"
when you're with me?

I don't consider you
the enemy.

Oh. What am I, then?

You're
an important constituent

with an interesting
world view...
Ooh.

And, uh...
something on her lip.

On my lip?

Yeah.
(LAUGHS)

Cute.

Yes, you are.

Which is why I think
it's time to show you off.

I'm having a cocktail party
for some wealthy donors.

Be my date.

(SIGHS)

What am I supposed to do,
just sit on your arm,

all quiet and docile?

You're supposed to be
your smart,

opinionated,
wonderful self.

Hey. Come on.

Consider it
your coming out party.

It'll be fun.

(GASPS) Oh, my God,
Richard!

You didn't
answer my knock.

That doesn't mean
that you can
let yourself in.

I deserve
that much privacy.

Not anymore.
You're in with us
all the way now.

You knew
I'd be stopping by
sooner or later.

We're going to Russia.

Of course
you'd be stopping by.

One of our double agents
has gone silent.

Code name,
Anastasia.

Girlfriend of
a high-ranking
KGB official.

She lives not far
from the hotel
where you'll be staying.

Six months ago,
I was a courier.

And now you want me
to pull this woman
out of Russia?

Go to her building.
If she's still
in the game,

there'll be
a potted sunflower
in her window.

Confirm Anastasia is
active and alive,
and we'll do the rest.

Oh. How very magnanimous.

Be careful.

You're going to Moscow,
the beating heart
of communism.

You get made for a spy there,
you don't ever come back.

Enjoy the motherland.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Hello, stranger.

Colette. Hey.

I'm really sorry
we didn't get to connect
before I left London.

Oh, that's all right.
Gave me a chance
to think.

And... Have you?

I'm still afraid of what
Bridget's return means

for you and I.

But for the first time
in my life,

I'm not going
to let my fear
get the better of me.

I want to be with you...

As terrifying
as that is.

I just hope...
No, no, no.

I... I do. I want
to be with you, too.

I'm so sorry.
I need to...

Oh, brief the crew.
Right.

Of course.
But... But when we get
to Russia, can we...

Talk more?

Yeah.
Please.

I'll see you soon.

Hi.

Our every move
will be watched,

literally,
by the Russians.

So be careful
about what you say,

about what you do,

about who you choose
to talk to.

That said,
this is an historic flight.

It's an opportunity
to trail-blaze

not only a new route
for Pan Am,

but ongoing relationship
with the Soviets.

Which is why we
damn well better not foul
this thing up, right?

Sorry for
the dramatic entrance,

but why sneak in
with the ground force

when you can soar in
on the Enola Gay
and drop the bomb?

(LAUGHTER)

All right. The plan...

Wheels up at 1600.

Then 10 hours
to Moscow,

where our job will be
to spend four days

showing the Russian bear
the majesty,

the beauty,
and the good graces
of the American eagle.

If all goes well,
you can tell
your grandkids

that you were the crew
that got Russia
for Juan Trippe.

Excuse me.

Dean Lowrey,
boy wonder, right?

That's me.
I'm George Broyles.

Captain Broyles.

Well, it's damn nice
to meet

and glad you'll
be holding down
my right seat.

I'm sorry,
your right seat?

Or left seat.
I'll flip you for it.

As for the rest of you,
we'll have plenty of time
to chew the fat

over the vast Atlantic,
all right?

Two hours to takeoff,
my friends.

(LOWERED VOICE)
Who is that?

Oh, that's a sky god.

(SPEAKING INAUDIBLY)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

What exactly is
a sky god?

World War II pilots.
Big heroes.

Broyles flew a dozen
bomber runs over Berlin.

Mr. Trippe gives him
and his kind carte blanche

to use the airline
whenever they like,
however they like.

Fuel at 43 degrees west
will be 138,000 pounds.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

You guys always insist
on having Russians

aboard these flights
into Moscow?

Safety measure.
For Americans.

So we don't crash
into the Kremlin.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(LAUGHS)

Ivan's not so bad.

That's nice to know.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Your sister Laura
seems nice.

We're all happy
to have you back
and safe, Bridget.

We have hardly any assets
in the Soviet Union,

no eyes on the ground
to know what Khrushchev
is up to.

(LOWERED VOICE)
This is a huge opportunity.

Are you working?

(LOWERED VOICE) Bridget,
you know I can't.

Talk about it.
I know. (SIGHS)

(NORMAL VOICE)
Oh, it's just so odd...

(LOWERED VOICE) Being
on the outside again.

(CUP CLATTERS)
The silence is deafening.

I take it Juan didn't
tell you I was coming along
for the ride.

No. Juan didn't.

That's his style.

Wants to keep us all
on our tips, you know?

(SIGHS)

Look, it's a compliment,
Lowrey,

him choosing you
and me.

Juan knows if he wants
to invade Russia,

he's got to send in
the big guns.

Well, just do me the favor
of not shooting me
in the back, will ya?

(CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Do you think we'll get
to see Red Square

or Lenin's Tomb?

(GLASSES CLINK)

(CLINKS)

This must be
hard for you,

stuck on a 10-hour flight
with Dean's ex-fiancee.

(SIGHS)

(BOTTLE CLATTERS)
You've heard?

Oh, rumors...

And I saw you two talking
in Operations.

You know,
it seemed intimate.

(CLOSING BOTTLE CAP)

Is it true?

I won't say it's not.

(CHUCKLES)

(CLATTERS)

Have you talked to her...
Bridget?

No, not yet.

Uh, we were friends.

We were close friends.

You didn't do
anything wrong.

Let me help.

Thank you. (CHUCKLES)

I haven't quite got
my rhythm back.

Speaking of rhythm,

I hope yours and mine
won't be too badly
affected by...

You and Dean?

I thought...

Well, we all thought
you had gotten married.

If I had known
that wasn't the truth,

I would have never...
I know. (SIGHS)

Dean told me
all about you two.

When you had drinks
in London?

Yes.
Yes. Drinks.

Dean and I, we spent
a long time talking,

and don't worry, Colette.

I shall respect whatever
Dean decides to do.

* Ooh

* Ooh, ooh

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

* Oh, yeah

(KNOCK)

(SIGHS)

* Feel like I'm losing
my control

* Yes, it does

I've been calling.
And I've been
hanging up.

Don't be a child.

(SCOFFS) You're the one
who took what I wrote

and twisted it
for your stupid
Voice article.

How exactly
did I twist it?

Yes, I have issues
with some of
Chris's beliefs,

but to say that
he's a hypocrite...

"Chris"?
Well, you two are cozy.

That he doesn't actually
hold these beliefs

is not what I meant.

Which means he's more
of a warmonger than
I made him out to be?

(SIGHS) Take a hike, Mike.

I don't understand
what's going on here,
Mags.

You know,
one minute you want
to destroy the man,

and the next you're
on a first-name basis

with the biggest
death merchant
in Congress.

Wh...

You're sleeping with him,
aren't you?

Well, I'm not sleeping
with you anymore, Mike,

so other than that,
it's none of
your damn business.

Unbelievable. You...

Well, I... I just came by
to warn you that

the Congressman's staff
is obsessed

with uncovering the source
for my article.

Are you threatening
to tell them it's me?

I just came by
to give you a heads-up

that they're not stopping
until they figure out
who the rat is.

Other than that,

enjoy your life,
future Mrs. Congressman.

(DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS)

* So I'll fight it,
I will hide it *

(ROARING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(RUSSIAN ACCENT)
Pan American
World Airways,

we welcome you
to Moscow.

I am Olga Dubovik,

representative of committee
of diplomatic relations.

We are delighted to show you
famous Soviet hospitality.

There will be
banquet tonight
in hotel ballroom,

and over next few days,
we hope to build

trust and admiration
for our two great nations.

(LOWERED VOICE) You see
those guys over there
with the grim looks?

KGB minders. Mind them.

As comrade Stalin
famously said,

"Gaiety is
most outstanding feature
of Soviet Union."

So...

You and Bridget
on the flight, uh,
did you two...

Yes, we talked.
Everything is fine.

(SIGHS) Good.

(CHUCKLES)

That is
the smallest bathtub
I have ever seen.

Well, at least there is
no hot water.

(CHUCKLES)

Old-world charm with
third-world plumbing.
(CHUCKLES)

I hope you find amenities
to your liking.

Oh, well,
there are a few things
we could use.

Um, soap, maybe.

Is there a market nearby?

No.
No?

You cannot leave hotel,

not without
hospitality ambassador.

Oh, and that
would be you?
Mmm-hmm.

Havemeyer's Soviet sister.

(LOWERED VOICE)
Next she'll want to
be checking our girdles.

(CHUCKLES)
I will arrange tour
for ladies, yes?

1400 hours?

Mmm-hmm.
Mmm-hmm.

Wait. Why is not
Kate Cameron here?

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Uh, what?
Uh, I'm sorry?

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm lost.

I was looking...

Kate, it's about time.

Captain Broyles,
I was...

wondering
where you were.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Okay?
(PATS POCKET)

Okay.

What did you say
to him?

I told him that you had
a very important client
waiting for you.

A client?

* My only sunshine

(SIGHS) Oh, he thinks
I'm going to...

Kate, I'm kidding.

What are you doing
down here, anyway?

* When my skies are gray

I must have hit
the wrong button
on the elevator.

The wrong button?

* You'll never know,
dear

* How much I love you

* Whoa, and I don't
want you to take

* Don't take my sunshine
* Whoa, if you love me

What are you doing
down here...

...with all this?

A little
diplomatic relations.

Pack of ciggies in Moscow
is worth more than
a Faberge egg.

* Don't take my sunshine
* Listen

And you brought this all
on our flight?

* Don't take my sunshine

Kate, I think you better
go back upstairs

before your KGB pal comes
looking for the menthols.

* Don't take my sunshine
* Whoa

* My sunshine away

* Shine away

Well, thank you again
for opening up your home.

Not at all.

I'm surprised
all these people
wanted to venture out

on a cold night to hear
what I have to say.

Oh, ignore him.

He's just being modest.
(CHUCKLES)

Maggie will disagree
with me on almost anything.

Well, only when
you're wrong,
which is...often.

(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES)

(PIANO PLAYING)

Ted!

Oh, excuse me, please.
(CHUCKLES)

I didn't know
you were going
to be here.

Uh, neither did I.
Uh, apparently,
Amanda's parents

backed the Congressman
in his first race.

Uh, Amanda,
this is Maggie.

We work together
at Pan Am.
(CHUCKLES)

Sorry. We walked over,
and my hands are freezing.

And then teddy wanted to
go for a carriage ride
in the park

in the middle
of November.

(CHUCKLES)
I thought
it'd be romantic.

Who are you,
and what have you done
with Ted Vanderway?

Speaking of romantic,

you're the last girl
I'd ever expect to be
on the arm

of a Republican.

(CHUCKLES)

You're forgetting,
I'm a Pan Am stewardess.

I'm trained
in diplomacy.

(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, well,
then who are you,

and what have you done
with Maggie Ryan?

(CHUCKLES)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

In Red Square,
you will see
notable armory museum

and tomb of unknown soldier,
honoring brave heroes

who won great
patriotic war
for allies.

Olga, uh,
do you know where
Ostenazenka Street is?

Ostozhenka.

(CHUCKLES) Ostozhenka.
(CHUCKLES)

It's the street where
my grandfather grew up.

Your grandfather?
He's from Moscow?

Uh, well, he lived here
until he was 5.

Oh.
Uh...

If we could...if we could
just go down this way,

uh, I might be able to
find his address.

Uh, no. Is not on tour.
(CHUCKLES)

It would mean
so much to me
and my sister

if we could learn more
about our Soviet heritage.

Mmm.

OLGA: This is
Communist Party housing,

provided free, of course,
by glorious decree
of Presidium.

Let's get
in a photo. Go.

(FILM WINDER CLICKS)

Ready?

One, two, three.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I didn't do anything.
I...
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Don't touch her.

What... What is
he saying?

He wants your film.

Okay. Laura,
just give it to him.

But she was only
taking a picture
of that building.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
He says it is
act of espionage.

Espionage?
That is ridiculous.

They come with us.
No.

What?
Kate.

Laura.
What's happening?

(ENGINE STARTS)
(DOORS CLOSE)

You arrested
my flight crew for what?

They are being detained
for questions.

What... What questions?
What did they do wrong?

They were taking photos.

Of a building.
A Soviet building,

housing many of
our illustrious
party members.

It is not unthinkable

your CIA would
use stewardesses
to gather information.

(MOUTHS WORDS)
DEAN: Where are
they being held?

I cannot tell you this.

You...then...
then I need to go
to the U.S. Embassy.

You may not leave hotel.

Of course,
you are still welcome
to our hospitality.

So what do we do now?

Well, we start
by not arguing with
useless bureaucrats.

Just sit tight.
They'll be released
soon enough.

And you know that
for a fact how?

I was an army air
corps liaison

to the Russkies
during the war.

Spent a lot of time with 'em,
drank a lot of their vodka,

got to know
how they think.

They have a word...

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(CRUNCHING)

What the hell does
that mean?

(MOUTH FULL) Well,
it translates loosely
into "intimidation."

(NORMAL VOICE) They can, uh,
keep people on their heels

without ever throwing
a punch.

(CLATTERS)
But they invited us here.

No. Some of 'em did.
Some didn't.

Mistress Olga,
she works for
the Presidium.

She doesn't speak
for the KGB.

But, look, they made
their point.

It will all blow over.

I'm not taking
any chances.

I want you two
to go back up
to the room.

You pack up
Bridget and Laura's things.

I'm not gonna risk them
planting anything
in their bags.

(CHUCKLES) Well,
I think Rawlings is
a shoo-in for '64...

No matter what
the Village Voice says.

Oh, a bunch
of lefty propaganda.

I'm surprised
Khrushchev isn't
on the editorial staff.

(ALL LAUGH)
Did anyone
try the rumaki?

(LOWERED VOICE)
What do you say
we get out of here

and go for a walk
or something?

(LOWERED VOICE)
Um, we just here.

What's gotten into you?

(WHISPERING)
Uh, just stuffy,
I guess.

(WHISPERS) Well,
take off your coat.
I'm fine.

So don't tell me that
you believe everything

that they print
in that rag.

Oh, well... (CHUCKLES)

The reporting in the Voice
is actually quite nuanced.

"Nuanced"?
They said that Rawlings
called Goldwater a fanatic.

Since when is having
an opinion a crime?

Well, since when did
Communist rhetoric start
passing as journalism?

Well, maybe Chris
doesn't want to
march in lockstep

with Goldwater
and his red-baiting thugs.

What? I hardly think
that...

Oh, you hardly think?

Well, maybe that's
your problem
to begin with,

you ignorant buffoon.

(PIANO STOPS PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Can I, uh, talk to you
for a minute?

It doesn't make any sense.
Why take Laura and Bridget?

(SIGHS) It could
have just as easily
been you or me.

They were making a point.

Yeah, but to think
one of us is a spy.
It's...

I know. It's ridiculous.

(KEYS JANGLING)

(PANTS)

Colette?

"D.L."

Dean Lowrey, right?

(JANGLE)

It could have been here
from a long time ago.

Yet here it is now...

Inside Bridget's
suitcase.

(LATCH CLICKS)

No one knows
where we are.

We don't even know
where we are.

(PANTING)
Laura, we are going
to get out.

Just breathe.

Have you had these types
of attacks before?

The last time was
at my wedding.

How did you
get through it?

I ran away.

Well, that's not really
an option here,

but I... I can imagine
it must have been terrible.

Running out
on my fiance?

You have no idea.

Oh, I didn't...

I didn't mean
you running out on Dean.

I'm so sorry.

That's fine. (CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

Dean and I will be
all right.

But you wouldn't
have said that
two nights ago.

(LOWERED VOICE)
Can we keep this
between us?

Dean and I, in London,

we...we had a moment
of weakness.

(WHISPERS)
You and Dean?

What about Colette?

It just happened, you know.
I... I feel awful about it.

We go.

Where are you
taking us?

No questions.

What the hell was that
all about?

Well... (CHUCKLES)

You told me I should
be my wonderful,
opinionated self.

I said opinionated,
not deranged.

You just called one of
my biggest donors a buffoon.

Actually, it was
an "ignorant buffoon."

(PIANO PLAYING
CLASSICAL MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

It was you.

You were the leak
behind the Voice
article.

No. I...
(SIGHS) I mean...

(SIGHS) Yes.

I submitted that article
before we started

whatever it is that
we've started... (SIGHS)

But you did say
all those things.

There's a difference
between what I say
in public

and pillow talk.

So...

You don't actually
have any convictions
of your own?

Oh, I forgot.

Your conviction is
to get elected.

I... (SIGHS)

I envy the simple universe
that you live in.

It must be nice having
all the answers.

(GASPS)

I didn't realize
having principles
made me simple.

Thanks for the education.

I've been waiting
for the right moment,

uh, to give this to you,
but I... I can't
wait anymore.

Um...
Amanda Hartford Mason,
will you marry me?

(LAUGHS) Yes.

(LAUGHING) Teddy, yes.
Okay.

(LAUGHING)

CROWD: Aw.
(APPLAUSE)

She said yes!

(LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES) Hey.

Thank you.
Thank you.

(AMANDA AND TED LAUGH)
WOMAN:
Let's see the ring. Oh!

(SIGHS) All right.
I'm through waiting.

I'm gonna go out
and deal with this.

Great idea.
You two take out
the KGB agent.

I'll steal a tank.
We'll blast our way out.

This isn't
a John Wayne movie.

You're 1,000 miles
behind the iron curtain.

You can't just go out there
guns blazin'.

Do you have
a better idea?

Look, we do not
want to make this
an international incident.

Uh, as opposed
to what it is now?

You know,
for the first time
since the war,

our relations
are thawing.

You think the Soviets want
to screw that up

over a couple
of stewardesses?

That is my sister
you are talking about,

and I know
you know people here,

people with connections.

Yeah, I have connections,
but not the kind

to get us out
of a situation like this.

(SIGHS)

Yeah? There's no one
you can bribe?

Couple packs
of cigarettes?

Your attention, please!

I must inform you,
trip has been canceled.

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

You will be
escorted to airport
and depart immediately.

No. Hey! I want to
talk to somebody

that actually has
some authority around here.

I am sorry.
There is nothing
that can be done.

What about
our stewardesses,

Bridget Pierce
and Laura Cameron?

Do not be concerned
with them.

What the hell does
that mean?

It means they stay.
You go.

(CRYING)

AMANDA: Maggie?

(COMPACT CLICKS)

Are you okay?

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

(SNIFFLES)

It's the last time I buy
this cheap mascara.
(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

Hey, what you said
out there...

Oh, it was stupid.
(CHUCKLES)

(SNIFFLES)
I have a big mouth.

No.

I wish I could be
more like you.

(SIGHS)

There's nothing harder
than standing up
for yourself.

(SIGHS) You were...

strong and brave
and honest.

Never apologize for that.

(CHUCKLES) Well,
then I'll apologize for
not being honest.

This mascara is
not cheap.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(SNIFFLES)

Men are idiots.

(CRYING)

(VOICE BREAKING) I know.

(SIGHS)

Sometimes I think
women are just... (SIGHS)

Better. (CHUCKLES)

Me, too.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

KATE: Anastasia?

(LOWERED VOICE)
You know who I am?

(RUSSIAN ACCENT, WHISPERING)
You cannot be here.

Please. You must go.

I need your help.

You cannot come inside.

KGB is watching always
and listening.

Yes. Let me explain.

I know why you are here.
I have heard about

two Pan Am stewardesses
detained as spies.

And one of them
is my sister.

They told me
that your boyfriend is
high up in the Kremlin.

You could go to him.

(CHUCKLES)
That's impossible.

What you are saying
is suicide.

I'm sorry,
but I cannot help you.

I don't care
if it puts you
or me in danger.

One way or another,
you are going to help me,

and you are going
to do it now.

(PANTING)

(SIGHS)

"Albers, Lawrence.

"Benson, Scott.

"Broyles, George.

"Cameron, Kate.

"Cameron, Kate."

Right here.

Right here. (PANTING)

(LOWERED VOICE)
Captain Broyles,
can I talk to you?

OLGA: "Fineman, Rachel.

"Harmon, Gerald."

I found someone
who can help us
get my sister back.

Someone high up
in the Kremlin.

(CHUCKLES)

(LOWERED VOICE)
Yeah, sure you did.

His name
is Vitaly Berzin.

He is
on the central committee...

(PAPER RUSTLING)
And this is
his private number.

(SIGHS)
You're kidding, right?

He is willing to intercede,
but it's going to take cash

and a lot of it,
and I know you have it.

How does a Pan Am stewardess
have connections
at the Kremlin?

How does a Pan Am pilot
smuggle thousands of dollars

in black market merchandise
across international borders?

(PAPER RUSTLES)
He's waiting to hear
from you.

(SIGHS)

Who are you?

I'm a concerned sister.

We should all
have sisters like you.

(SIGHS)

OLGA:
Bus to airport has arrived.

Pazhalsta
gather belongings.

(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

You leave in two minutes.

(SIRENS WAIL)

Why are you not
starting engines?

Because I'm not flying
this plane.

Neither is he.

This aircraft lacks
authorization

to stay in Soviet Union.

You will only make
situation worse.

I don't care about
your authorization.
You will fly.

And you'll get off
of my flight...

That won't be necessary.

You want to make
this situation worse,
then you go ahead.

Shoot me, 'cause I'm not
flying the damn plane.

(PANTING)

(WHISPERS)
Where are they taking us?

(GRUNTS)

(LOWERED VOICE)
I'm not... I'm not sure.

There's a KGB
interrogation facility
outside Lubyanka.

Interrogation?

They will question us
separately.

They'll tell you things
I said about you.

Do not believe them.

Okay, I won't.

I won't, but how do you
know all this?

(BRAKES SQUEAL)
(ENGINE TURNS OFF)

(WHISPERS) Stay strong.

(WHISPERS) You, too.

(DOORS CREAK)

(ENGINES ROARING)

You have friends
in high places.

Now you go.

(SIGHS)

Oh. Oh! (CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

I guess we'll have
a good story to tell
at Thanksgiving.

(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES)

All right, ladies,
let's get, uh, wheels up

before they change
their mind, huh?

That was pretty gutsy
what you did.

Well, I didn't know
what else to do.
Guess it worked.

(CLICKS)
Yeah.
As the Russians say...

(CLICKS SWITCH)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Translation?

"He who doesn't risk

"never gets
to drink champagne."

Captain...

The left seat is yours.

(SIGHS)

(ENGINES ROARING)

DEAN OVER PA:
Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm happy to inform you

we have just left
Soviet air space.

(CHEERING)

(LOWERED VOICE) One minute,
we're in the back of the van,

and the next,
we're at the airport.

How did that happen?

I guess
somebody at Pan Am
pulled some strings.

You think
it was that easy?

I have no idea.

Well, the worst part is
they took my new camera.

(GLASSES CLATTER)

Thank you.

For what?

Well, for being, uh...
(CLATTERS)

For being patient.

(BOTTLE CLATTERS)

Colette, look, there...

there's something
that I need to tell you.

Where did you find this?

You tell me.

Colette, I don't...
I don't want to
lie to you ever

about anything.
(CLINK)

Then don't.

(VOICE BREAKS)
Say what you need to say.

(CLATTER)

(SPEAKING INAUDIBLY)