Blonde and Blonder

Oh, something's back there.

Oh.

Oh.

[laughing] You got one, too.

Oh! Thanks.

You're welcome.

Oh.

Oh.

Nice outfit. I meant to tell

you back there.

Thanks.

Yours, too.

They think I'm crazy

to get this for flying.

[scoffs] Me too. Shows

what they know.

Yeah. It's all about taste.

[giggles] I'm Dawn.

Dee.

Cool. Dawn-Dee. [chuckles]

That's so cute.

I guess so.

Shall we take this baby up?

Sounds good to me.

So what's next?

Uh. We start the engine and we

take off into the sky.

Okay. They make it

sound so easy.

(Dee) That's how they

explained it to me.

(Dawn) Oh-uh, tell me if I'm doing

something wrong.

Okay. But I'm sure

you'll know first.

I'll just pay close attention.

[giggles] Wow, I feel like I'm

at Driver's Ed again.

Hey, great office supplies!

Oh, thanks.

That's a cute pen.

Alright!

I want to take some notes.

Okay. Alright. So,

seatbelt, check.

Mirrors?

Don't see any.

Um. Blinkers?

Headlights?

I'm just gonna get my book out. Okay.

Um. Alright.

Well, I turn on the master switch,

then the ignition?

Okay.

Push the throttle.

[both laugh and yell]

(Both) We're flying!

Turn! Turn!

[laughs] I did it!

I can't believe it.

Okay. Miss St. Dom

and Miss Dee Twiddle.

We're gonna be flying over

some incredible sce--

Amazing? Incredible scenery.

[gasps heavily] No!

Ladies!

Ladies, stop the plane.

Ladies! Ladies!

Uh! Oh!

Stop the plane!

Alright, here we go!

Up, up and today!

[gasps and heaves] Oh-- Oh, God!

What's wrong, Frank?

Bernie's lost his mind. He took

off without clearance.

Bernie?

That'd be a first.

What the hell is he thinking?

You can ask him yourself.

Oh my God.

They took the plane.

Who took the plane?

Two blondes.

Blondes.

Blondes.

Blondes?

Oh my God.

We're flying!

I can't believe it!

Do you always get this

excited when you fly?

Yeah. Don't you?

Sure.

So when did you start flying?

Well, today's my first lesson.

Really? Me, too.

Oh, that's funny.

Sean Bromley steps up to the tee,

he's an amateur in this

Pro Am Tournament,

and as you might see,

a par here could tie

him for the day.

Oh my God!

We're gonna crash!

Look at that!

What a shot!

Right for the pin.

A hole in one?

Could it be?

That's pretty freaking low.

Do something!

What?

(Both) Turn it off!

We're gonna crash!

Run for your life!

Look out!

Oh,

Oh!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the airplane has just made a hole in one.

We're going up to the plane

right now

there are two people inside,

They're okay!

There are two women

who just came out of the plane.

They seem to be okay.

We come in peace.

They're blond.

Is there a lawyer in here?

Uh, I'm a lawyer!

Yeah, me too.

I'm a lawyer.

I'm a litigation attorney.

Yeah, right here.

So,

the bastard's living in Vancouver.

Can you believe the nerve?

Took an add out using his real name.

"The Beaver Patch Lounge."

Seems like old Louie hasn't changed a bit.

But the Witness Protection Program don't

know nothing about this.

They will soon enough.

Let me take him out, boss.

It would give me great pleasure.

No.

We need someone to move undetected.

Too many FBI protecting him.

In and out, in the blink of an eye.

The Cat's eye.

The Cat?

Who better to kill a rat?

The perfect assassin.

Still completely unknown even by me.

A mastermind killer with an IQ off the

scale of normal humans.

She's never failed.

Even her victims haven't

seen her. A ghost.

She's not completely unknown

we know she's a woman--

Don't interrupt me! Who's the freaking

Godfather here, huh?

I'm sorry, boss.

Alright.

A ghost,

that never leaves a trace.

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