- Whoa. - What are you doing in here?
- Uh, better question is what are you doing in here?
This is the men's room.
- JANE: Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
- PAUL: Hey, look. I'm not telling if you won't.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
[indistinct chatter]
[sighs]
Hey.
You good?
Look if you don't want to be alone right now,
I could totally keep you company.
Christmas is a terrible time of the year. Right?
- You're sweet. Thank you.
- Sweet.
- FEMALE ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
Flight 234 in service from Newark to Denver
is delayed due to intermittent weather.
Hopefully we will have information for you in the next 45 minutes...
- Shit.
[grunts]
Sweet guy's back.
[chuckles]
- Um... I'm actually not that sweet, so...
These are really...
really good. Have you tried? You want-- - Oh, no. I'm good.
- You sure? - Yeah.
- Are we delayed?
- Forty-five minutes.
[sighs]
- Gosh, you know, I bet we won't even get out of here.
We'll be ringing in New Year's here.
- God.
- Oh, man.
[crunching]
You're totally missing out.
I say something wrong or...
- No, you just... You got a...
- Here? - Yeah.
- Get it out? - Yeah.
- Oh, my God. That's so embarrassing.
Got powder all over me. I appreciate it. - No, it's good.
- Look, I'm, uh, I'm Paul.
- Nice to meet you. - Paul Hart.
Oh.
Jane. - Salas.
- Hello, Jane Salas.
My throat is dry.
Think I might've had too many of those Cinnastix so I'ma, um, get some water.
- Yeah. - You want anything or?
- No, I'm good. - OK.
[coughs]
♪ Never worship ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Never worship... ♪
[thunder rumbling]
- For you.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Never worship you're... ♪
[indistinct chatter continues]
- This is weird, right? This is me.
- And here I was thinking I had a row all to myself.
- PAUL: Sorry to impose.
- No. Don't be.
- Man, that's coincidence?
- That's what rationalists say about premonitions when they come true.
- Well, that's deep. I don't believe in coincidences myself, but...
just destiny.
- Me neither.
- So, are you going home for Christmas?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
You don't look excited.
- No, I... I am. - OK.
You think it will snow?
- I hope not.
- Gosh, I'm telling you. These...
storm systems, they didn't exist before we started burning fossil fuels.
You, you believe in global warming, right?
- I-I do. I... don't know that it'll affect me.
- Oh, no, no.
We are way past the whole "think about your grandchildren" stage.
I just read this piece in Vox.
It said, by 2050, summers in Eugene will feel like summers in Nevada.
- Jesus. - Yeah.
This is our lifetime kinda stuff.
I'll be 56 by then, what about you?
- I'm sorry.
Uh, you-- you're really kind, but I just... I'm so tired.
- Yeah, it's all good.
I'ma let you get some rest.
[airplane revving]
[rumbles]
- JANE: Dear Paul...
I'm afraid that when you see what happened,
you'll think you had something to do with it,
and I need you to know that you didn't.
I just wanted you to know that I'm glad it was you
who ended being the last person I ever spoke to.
You were really kind
and I hope that you live a life that's as good as you deserve.
Jane.
[rumbles]
Sorry. - Are you OK?
- JANE: Yeah.
[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
[clatters]
- AIR HOSTESS: Miss, we need you to return to your seat right now.
Is everything OK? Can I help you?
Hello! - Just give me one second.
Just give me a second. - Take your seat please.
Immediately.
Fasten your seatbelt.
I'm sorry, sir. Fasten your seatbelt, please.
[bulb flickering]
[clatters]
- Help!
- PILOT: Flight attendant, please take your seat.
- Help me!
[screams]
Help me!
[indistinct screaming]
-MAN: Oh, my God!
- Help me!
Help! Help!
[screams]
[all screaming]
Help me! Help me!
Help me!