Cell #1 Pyongyang – Palace. Rayne walks back into the throne room, where Kim is waiting. Kim: <What did she say?> Rayne: If Cruella de Vil were here, your wife would make a hat out of her. Cell #2 Pyongyang – Palace. Kim slumps in his chair, looking dejected. Kim: <It’s hopeless.> Kim: <I may as well go start that chemical weapons program.> Rayne: Hang on, Lil’ Hitler. Rayne: We’re not done yet. Cell #3 Pyongyang – Palace. Rayne looks at Kim in the eye, trying to help him get some confidence. Rayne: If there’s one thing you can learn from the west other than obesity, it’s that there’s no shitty relationship that can’t be fixed with two magic words. Cell #4 Pyongyang – Palace. Rayne looks slightly confused. Rayne: Make Over. Rayne: Makeover. Rayne: It may be one word.