Quarantine 2: Terminal
L.A., this is Flight 734.
We need a runway, 26L.
Roger that, 734.
You're clear on 26L.
We're at the concert of
our lives and you disappear?
Sorry.
And now we're
gonna be late again.
No, no, no. We'll make it.
Hey, have you seen my scarf?
God, this is serious.
I mean, where were you?
Well, um, I just went
to get a little souvenir.
Hey.
For my best friend, Paula.
They all signed it.
Oh, my God, Jenny.
I love you.
I got a little something
for myself. Look at this.
Uh, excuse me,
how did you get backstage?
Well, I have my ways.
Oh, really?
Mm-hm.
I told them all about you. They think
you're so cute. I showed them pictures.
You're such a liar.
Oh, I got this one.
Oh, thank you.
Okay.
That's the only reason, then?
Pretty much.
I was thinking we
could transfer to L.A,
and we check out Tokyo, Thailand--
No, too crazy,
too many people.
Paula, it beats BNA any day. Come on.
But my fianc's in Nashville.
It's never too late to escape.
Oh, wow, great advice
from my maid of honor.
Who's stalking you now?
Only guy that matters. Dad.
Aww.
He wants me to go to flight school.
Yeah?
Mm-hm.
Flying one of these things,
way too much responsibility.
Hey.
Hm?
Yeah. Hm?
Mm-hm.
Trans Sky Air.
Get there.
Now go to sleep.
Now go to sleep.
Ooh.
Girls, is there coffee?
Sure.
You feeling okay,
Willsy?
Head cold. It's going around.
There you go.
Thank you.
Think I got it from my dog. All the
dogs in the neighborhood are sick.
It's running around, barking,
being weird.
Thunderstorms out of
the south, southwest.
Church group canceled,
so we're nearly empty.
How long you been working
the aisles, Jenny?
Oh, uh, almost a year now, captain.
Then you should know better.
Sorry, sir.
Ha, ha, ha.
So gullible.
Heard the concert was great.
Rochambeau?
Really?
Sorry.
Jenny, this is George.
George, this is Jenny.
Hey, George,
how's it going?
He's all yours now.
You wanna come
with me?
Okay, so a couple
of things, you're--
"My responsibility."
I know the drill.
Okay. Ah, wrist, please.
I'm 13 next month. Most airlines
don't make me wear that anymore.
This one does. Sorry.
Look, I can
take care of myself.
Okay, less work for me.
EAD?
Check.
Status pitch.
Check.
Fuel quantity.
Twenty-four thousand
five hundred pounds.
of you, Dr. Kingston.
All right, here we go.
Jenny?
Just help us out here, all right?
That's good. Oh, good.
Watch your head, Doc.
There you go.
Good job.
Thank you.
Sure.
Doc can hear you, he just can't
speak, or move very well. Parkinson's.
Where you headed?
An hour from KC. His
daughter just had a baby girl.
Aww.
Aww.
APU fire.
Okay, Willsy. Fire up the APU.
Good evening. Welcome.
Thought you had a light load, huh?
Back half of the plane,
completely empty.
Oh, I appreciate that, ma'am.
I really do.
Welcome aboard. Good evening.
Oh, hey, what's a fella gotta
do to get a beer around here?
We'll let you know.
I'm sorry.
You sure you're feeling all right?
I'll be all right.
You just look a little...
Welcome aboard. How are you?
Oh, I love your nails.
Thanks. Keeps the glooms away.
Oh, come on.
May I help you?
No, thanks. I think I got it.
What's in there?
Hamsters. If anything happens to
them, my class will eat me alive.
Ooh, tough class.
Kindergarten.
The one in back's a little bit bigger.
Oh, that's, uh--
Okay, that's not gonna work.
I almost got it.
You're gonna have to check that.
Easy. Easy.
Thank you.
Ow!
You think they'll survive
down there?
It's pressurized. But, I mean,
I'm no hamster expert. Heh.
Oh, I'll give you this.
Oh, right.
Okay. Ah. Got it.
Oh, most important thing to know:
What's that?
They're like a buck each.
Okay.
Cute guy
you were talking to.
Oh, look who's still looking.
I'm engaged, not dead.
Todd, we're on the red-eye.
These filthy seats.
She's good. I'll tell her.
There you go.
We'll see you there.
I look forward to it.
Well, we're on the red-eye.
I don't know, 7:30, 8 a. M?
Good evening, everyone.
Flight 318,
with regional service to Kansas City
continuing on to Nashville.
We know you have many options in
regards to your transportation needs.
We appreciate you choosing Trans Sky
Air. Please don't hesitate to let us know
Excuse me.
If we can make your flight more
pleasant this evening. Thank you.
L.A. Ground, TS-318,
push off, we're at 69 alto.
Please give Jenny
your undivided attention,
as she demonstrates
this plane's safety features.
To fasten your seatbelt, insert
the buckle and adjust the strap
so it's low and tight
across your lap.
To release the belt, simply lift
the top of the buckle and pull.
Flight attendants,
take your seats for departure.
I need you to buckle that extendabelt.
Yes, ma'am.
Thanks.
Just...
Gear up.
Five-three-two,
verify visual contact with traffic.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm okay.
You want anything?
I'm a little warm.
You want anything?
Careful. Heh, heh.
I'm gonna be nice.
I'm gonna be a daddy.
Roger on hitting 135.
Cruising altitude, Willsy.
Ladies and gentlemen, your captain has
turned off the fasten-seatbelt sign.
You are now free
to move about the cabin.
At this time, you may also take out
any of the approved electronic devices.
We would also like to let you know
we have Wi-Fi service available.
So do you travel
a lot by yourself?
Between my mom and dad.
Oh.
Who's picking you up in the morning?
Janice, my smother.
What's a smother?
Stepmother.
She's about your age.
Okay. I bet that sucks.
Hand me my cell phone.
Flight nerves?
For 19 straight hours.
Oh.
Overseas, huh?
Yeah.
Haven't seen my husband
for over a year.
But I'm home for a while now, so...
He's a lucky man.
Ryan, obviously you are mistaking
me for somebody that gives a crap.
I'm sorry, sir, we are airborne so
you're gonna have to end that call.
to use any sort of cellular equip--
You're compromising our safety.
Who the f*** are you, man?
If he keeps using his cell phone,
we're gonna arrest him when we land.
Did you hear that?
Give me the phone.
Okay?
You're an a**hole.
Okay.
F***ing a**hole.
You don't see me doing your job.
I'm sorry.
That was stupid, but some people
can be so inconsiderate.
Exactly. Then you really
don't want my job.
Doesn't it make you wonder
about the human race?
Try not to overthink things.
I'm sorry.
I'm gonna shut up now.
Um... So do you
got any solutions?
Well, sure. The few of us that
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