Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Whatever this is, he’s
been looking for it
for a long time.
Diana :
“Place upon The Object held.”
[gasps]
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
What is it?
Diana :
[breathing heavily]
The Language of The Gods.
“Which God wrote it?”,
is The Question.
Barbara Minerva :
[phone ringing]
Thanks. Oh, yeah.
Yeah. It’s okay.
I gotta go do something. Okay.
I’ll talk to you.All right?
Hello?
Diana :
Barbara, I need your help.
I need you to find out exactly
where that stone was found.
“Where” is what I need to know.
You understand?
Barbara Minerva :
Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
I’m on it.
Diana :
Thanks.
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
You look like you
saw a ghost.
Diana :
I did.
There were many Gods and
They did different things
for different reasons.
One was making
objects like this.
There are universal elements
in This World, and when
they’re imbued into something,
they can become very,
very powerful.
Like my Lasso of Truth.
The Truth is what
powers it, not me.
The Truth is bigger
than all of us.
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
But what is this?
I don’t know. Uh…
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Brought me back.
Love, or Hope… maybe?
Diana :
Maybe. Well, whatever it is,
I can promise you this is too
powerful for Maxwell Lord.
We need to find this guy.
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Uh… Look at this.
If this date’s right,
he’s going to Cairo.
Diana :
Cairo?
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Yeah. “Growth opportunity”, you know?
Diana :
“King of Crude
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
….how is this so fast?
….You have a plane that can fly
from here to Cairo
in one shot?
That is amazing. [laughs]
Diana :
Yeah, but we can’t get you
on one because you
don’t have a passport.
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
I don’t want to get on one,
I want to fly one.
I want to fly the plane.
I want to fly this plane.
Diana :
Yeah?
[keypad buzzes]
[Smithsonian Plane Collection doors unlock]
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Oh, my Betsy.
Diana :
Hey, Steve, this way.
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Yeah… Look at these gams.
[Steve gasping]
Diana :
You wanna choose?
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
This one.
Diana :
I like it.
[Steve grunts]
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Okay. Okay. Uh… No.
Uh… [Steve laughs]
All right. Good, good.
Fuel, fuel, fuel.
Here we go. Engine.
[engine starting]
Here goes nothing.
Control Tower :
Oh…[beeping] Ken?
Ken :
What?
Control Tower :
There’s an aircraft
on the runway.
Ken :
What do you mean, “There’s an aircraft on the runway”?
Control Tower :
Approach, this is Tower.
There’s an unlisted aircraft
on the runway.
Are you seeing this?
[siren wailing]
Diana :
Can you get us up there?
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I just have to pick up speed first,
and then I’ll take off.
The way I fly, they will
never find us.
Diana :
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
What?
Diana :
Radar. I can’t explain now,
but They’ll see Us anywhere,
even in The Dark.
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Well, will They shoot at Us…?
Well, shit, Diana.
Diana :
[mouthing]
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Right.
[sirens wailing]
Diana :
[mouthing]
Wait. Shh! I know. I know. [exhales deeply] Focus.
Focus.
My Father hid Themyscira
from The World, and
I’ve been trying to learn
How He Did It.
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Did what?
Diana :
Made something invisible.
But in 50 years, I’ve only
done it once.
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Well, now’s not a bad time
to start trying.
How long does it last?
Diana :
I don’t know.
It was just a coffee cup…
and I lost it.
[shouting]
[yelling]
Control Tower :
Approach, the aircraft
has vanished.
Do you have eyes on it?
[Diana laughing]
Diana :
An invisible jet.
[Steve laughing]
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
What’s that?
Diana :
Oh, it’s okay.
It’s just fireworks.
The Fourth. Of course.
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :p
The Fourth of July?
Wow.
[Diana laughs]
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
I got an idea.
[Diana exhales]
[both laughing]
[breathing heavily]
Diana :
You know, it’s the one thing.
The one thing that’s always
been You to Me.
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
What?
Flight. Your Gift.
I’ll never understand it.
Steve Trevor’s Ghost :
Ah, it’s… It’s so easy, really.
It’s wind and air and knowing
how to ride it, how to catch it.
How to join with it.
Yeah. It’s like anything, really.
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