Pan Am | Bridget's Perfect Life | Love Love

It's a motorbike now. Talk to the salesman, they'll let me take her out for the day. With your stellar Italian? That and the Americano dollar. Who's that? Lost tourist. In need of direction. Good. I need directions to Tivoli. I can't. I promised Kate I'd meet her for lunch. So tell her you got rerouted. Can't you wait? Not my specialty. Save one for dessert. See you soon. You know, community service at the 4-H Club? My sister was the beauty queen. Well, then somebody got something backwards. You'd really have to see her. Oh, I don't need to. You found a place? Oh, yes, they had a table waiting for us. A new friend? Oh, um, this is... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. Richard. Richard Parks. Bridget Piers. She came to my rescue. My translation book was failing her. Again. She's helplessly lost, I'm afraid. I can't. I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to be waiting. I need to pass her on the evening flight to Berlin. I take it that wasn't your sister? Oh, no. We fly together. I'm a Pan Am stewardess. Well, that's my favorite kind of stewardess. So what do you do for a living, Mr. Parks? I work for the U.S. government. Intelligent. Hard to believe? No trench coat? I didn't say I was any good at it. You, on the other hand, fit the profile perfectly. Beautiful, well-educated, trilingual. And I have the perfect cover. Exactly. Pan Am stewardess can travel all around the world without suspicion. Wait. How did you know I was trilingual? No, thank you.