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ARTEM:
Hey, Ronnie.

Ronnie!

Oh, hey, what is it, Artem?

I'm not very happy right now.

If I were an emoji,
I would be frown face.

Oh, if this is about your
cologne, I already told you,

you can't bring
that stuff on board,

they use it in explosives.

No, that's a separate
infuriating issue.

This is about luggage.

Now Jackpot charge ten dollars
for carry-on.

This fee is no good
for gambling profit.

I know, it sucks.

It's just Jackpot following
the other airlines' lead.

They're squeezing out
every dollar they can.

It's better than when they tried
charging for overhead bassinets.

(Bernard and passengers gasp)

-(sighs)
-(baby coos)

-I still have nightmares about
the babies I didn't catch. -Oh.

Well, I'm outraged.

-I'm gonna give this flight
zero stars on Airbnb. -Okay.

Wait, um, how about I let you
use the beverage cart,

so you can make that weird
tomato juice iced tea thing

you're always talking about?

I can finally make
an Artem Palmer?

You have deal, Ronnie.

Oh. If I were emoji now,

I would be smiley face
or lady in the bathtub.

Because I pamper myself.

Have to admit, pretty impressive
how you handled that.

I was expecting cologne
to start exploding any minute.

I know how to manage
my passengers.

It's my job to know what
they need. They're my people.

Like, uh, like that guy.

That's James. He always
shows up for his flight

so drunk, he forgets
the name of his hotel.

So, I write it down for him.
Hey, James.

-Thanks.
-Mm-hmm.

Ooh, the Wynn.

Sober me must be
doing pretty good.

And that's Ben.

He says he's here
visiting family,

but I'm pretty sure
he's just stalking Nichole.

-Stalking Nichole?
-Oh, he's harmless.

It's her other stalker, Kristen,
we really have to worry about.

And that's Dean.

He's always one
of the first to board,

orders his coffee black,

two sugars, and every week,

flies with his lovely,
lovely wife...

...who is suddenly blonde
and 20 years younger.

PILOT (over P.A.):
Jackpot Airlines.

Northeast-bound to Las Vegas.

*

(slot machine chiming)

(electronic chime)

-(passengers giggling)
-WOMAN: I got it, I got it.

(passengers chattering)

Oh.

You have to pay to open it now.

Oh, I see.
So they're holding my biography

of Patty Hearst
hostage up there.

Well, it could be worse.

I heard VegasAir
has a staircase fee

just to get off the plane.

DAVE:
This is your captain here

with a little reminder.

Now that marijuana's legal
in Vegas,

you deserve to treat
yourself to a little puff,

a Korean massage and a sandwich.

So head on down to
Kim Bong Dill's Dispensary,

Spa and Deli.

Supreme leader says,
"It's the bomb."

GWEN (over radio):
Jackpot 529, winds 280 at ten.

Should be a smooth flight.

It is, now that I'm
talking to you, Gwen.

GWEN: Always the charmer,
Captain Dave.

Once you get to Vegas,
feel free

to buzz my tower and say hi.

Will do.

I'll be the handsome brunette
flying a plane.

I think ATC Gwen likes you.

Nah, she's just
a flirt, that one.

I don't know, she doesn't talk
to other pilots like that.

You should ask her out.

(laughs): Yeah, right.

A pilot dating an
air traffic controller?

(chuckles)

Can you imagine?

Yeah. It wasn't that hard.

-(buzzes)
-(Colin groans)

Hey, as a frequent flyer,
I'm used to this plane

being a capitalist hell state,

but I'm swiping my credit card
and my seat won't recline.

Oh, it looks like the guy
behind you paid double

to keep yours
in the upright position.

Well, in that case,
how much would it cost

to scream into a pillow?

Um... Nothing to scream,
but a pillow is ten dollars.

Oh! I take it back,
screaming is five.

I'll pay $50 for a drinks cart
to block my view of those two.

You want to know the most
disgusting part about them?

I saw it. He touched his
armrest, then touched her face.

Best she can hope for now
is debilitating pinkeye.

No. That guy's cheating
on his wife, and that poor girl

probably has no idea.

He's not wearing
his wedding ring.

Wedding rings
don't mean anything.

Rock Hudson had one,
and I had Rock Hudson.

How old are you?

Nichole, you're a woman.
Back me up here.

(chuckles) Your generation
is so obsessed with labels.

But, yes, as a cis female

polyamory-tolerant monogamist,
I find cheating repulsive.

But, as a stripper, cheating
is the backbone of my industry,

-and mama can recline her chair
all she wants. -(card swipes)

-(scoffs) This whole thing
is disgusting. -Thank you.

They make you pay now
just to recline your seat.

Back in the old days, we'd carve
our complimentary roast beef

right in the aisle.

I'm losing track
of this conversation.

Let's everybody go around
and say what we're angry about.

So far, I've got cheating,
gender labels and roast beef.

-OTHER: Yes.
-Okay, good to know.

Hey, Ronovan.

-Can I ask you something?
-Mm-hmm.

Let's say there's a woman
I know, professionally,

and... wanted to ask her out.

-That'd be okay, right?
-No.

Let's say it was okay.

How would I, you know, do that?

-Do what?
-Ask her out.

(sighs) I'm about to be brave

and tell you something
personal here.

You see, I haven't asked
a woman out on a date

since my last divorce.

Oh, you're a good person
to ask about this.

Didn't all your ex-wives
cheat on you?

Yes, that's right.

So, if there had been someone
to expose the situation,

that would've been
a good thing, right?

Well, yeah, that's why
for number three, I hired a P.I.

But he just got himself
in on the action.

This is helpful. Thanks, Dave.

Wait, we never talked about me.

Oh, you having trouble
tricking woman into love.

Listen.

Here's what you say:

"I spend most of my time in the
clouds, but you are real angel."

I'm not taking love advice

from someone who mixes
tomato juice and iced tea.

I don't mix.
I stir with a tiny sword.

So you're just gonna
walk right up

to that girl and tell her
he's married?

Have you considered she might
already know and doesn't care?

Oh, now you're being rational?

Last week,
you tried to get someone

kicked off the plane
for watching La La Land.

I don't need Ryan Gosling
to whitesplain jazz to me.

I'm overhearing all this.
I'm not eavesdropping.

You're both screaming,
and it all sounds terrible.

Okay, intervening
in other people's lives

is such a poor idea, I'm
actually ignoring my own advice

to intervene and tell you that.

How come when I butt into
other people's lives, I'm nosy,

but when Bernard does it,
he's charming?

Well, it's just
a likability issue.

Look, I know you think
you're being helpful,

but it's not your place
to tell this woman anything.

-You're her flight attendant,
not her friend. -Up here,

I'm friend, bartender,
human rights champion.

That African-American man
wanted to sit in the back row.

He was with his friends.

Look, this girl deserves to know
what she's getting involved in.

I'm trying to help her.

Just watch, I'm gonna save her
20s without her even noticing.

No, Ro... (sighs)

Hi, let me know if
you guys need anything.

Oh, that's a nice shirt.
Did your wife get that for you?

(screams quietly)
Did you see that?

I just lit the fuse
on a ticking time bomb.

If it's a time bomb,
it wouldn't have a fuse.

Yeah, I believe
it would have a timer.

Okay, then I lit the timer.
Who cares?

Just watch.

Looks like the fuse went out.

We just agreed
it didn't have a fuse.

Perhaps we should all stop
talking about bombs?

-WOMAN: What?
-BERNARD: Yeah.

-Okay, that's enough
screen time for you. -(groans)

GWEN:
Hey there, JP 529.

Hey, Gwen.

Where you been?

Cheating on me
with other planes?

No way.

You know I'm a Jackpot girl.

I bet you say that
to all the airlines.

-(laughs)
-(Gwen laughs)

GWEN: I'm gonna need you to turn
right heading 060.

As you wish.

Anyway, I was thinking,
and call me a relief pitcher,

because this is coming
out of left field...

...I spend all my time

with angels in the clouds--

anyway, nothing.

(exhales)

Did you just have a stroke?

DAVE: You're not supposed
to be in here,

so let's make this quick.

I just need you
to help me ask out Gwen.

Okay. You do like this:

"Gwen, I'm not a man
who easily says feelings.

"But when that flying
love baby hits you,

"you have to answer the call.

"I believe the airplane gods
connected us for a purpose,

and that purpose is for
the making of love."

Hey, Gwen.

This is Jackpot Five-Two-Niner,

just letting you know that I'm
not a guy who opens up easily,

but when you're shot by
Cupid's arrow, you have to act.

"Cupid." That is name.

I think this universe put us
on this radio for a reason.

And that reason
is to take you out

for a steak dinner tonight.

You don't have to answer
right now, just think about it.

(both chuckle)

How does it feel?

Feels good.

In fact, it feels real good.

Okay, because you just said that
to the whole plane.

DAVE (over intercom):
...is to take you out

for a steak dinner tonight.

You don't have to answer
right now, just think about it.

You can get out now.

Please, can I stay until a bird
explodes on the windshield?

-Get out.
-Come on, Dave.

We talked about this.
No passengers in the cockpit.

I guess I'm wrong.

Maybe she does already know
he's married.

Or maybe she had earbuds in
and didn't even hear me.

-I have another chance.
-Oh, please don't.

Secondhand embarrassment
kills 13 Englishmen a year.

So what? I'm just supposed
to sit back and do nothing,

while that poor, naive girl
falls deeper into love?

With no idea that the reason

her name is "IKEA" in that guy's
phone is not a cute reference

to where they first had sex,

but to hide her
from his chiropractor wife,

and by the way,
if he ever thinks

he's getting
his Jethro Tull T-shirt back,

he's out of his mind.

Excuse me.

Oddly specific.

Who was he?

His name was Eric.

I met him in junior college
in Bakersfield.

He was older.
Swept me off my feet.

Vacations, fancy dinners.

Those movies where the actors
are, like, right there.

You know they're called plays.

Anyway, I dropped out of school,

and moved to L.A.
to be with him,

only he was a little
too busy... with his wife.

Do you know
what I would've given

to have someone
who could've warned me?

I feel terrible
that that happened to you,

but even if this were
any of our business--

which again, to be clear,
it's absolutely not--

this is hardly the time
or the place

to be delivering
such delicate news.

I mean, for God's sake,
we're three feet away

from a Captain Jack Sparrow
impersonator.

For legal purposes,

I'm just
a "gender-fluid rum pirate."

Fine. God, I liked you better
when you kept

your rational ideas to yourself.

Okay, so from my experience,

the way to get
a woman's attention

is to completely ignore her.

Or buy her an island.

Like a kitchen island?

No, like an island island.

Like, "Treasure" or "Long."

GWEN: Vegas approach,
Jackpot 529, level 15,000.

Wait, no, this is your chance.
Just play it cool, don't answer.

GWEN:
Jackpot 529?

529, can you hear me?

529, are you there?

Dave? Dave.

Oh, my God. We've lost comm
with Jackpot 529.

(button clicks)

No, we're here.

We're fine.

JK, JK.

GWEN: What the hell
is going on there?

Why did you answer?

You totally had her.

You know we're charging
to lower tray tables now?

They've taken all the dignity
out of flying.

Judy Garland once said

she had the best bowel movement
of her life

after eating a salmon mousse
on a TWA flight to Paris.

Now look what we've become.

DYANA:
Excuse me.

Oh, hi.

This is embarrassing
to ask, but...

am I doing something wrong?

Wow. Okay.

I-I mean, I know that it's not
really my place to say anything,

but I know when it happened
to me, I blamed myself

for a really long time.

So I guess my question is,
how much do you know?

I know that the little slide
says "vacant,"

but I can't get the door open.

Am I, am I doing
something wrong?

-(laughs): Oh. No, yeah.
-(chuckles)

I mean-- well, I mean, no,
you're not, you're not.

It's-- we, um, we're just...
we're charging 50 cents

to use the bathroom now.

Or you could get a potty pass
for $9.99.

But you know what?

This one, um...

-This is on me.
-Thank you.

-Yeah.
-Wait. I'm sorry.

What did you think
I was talking about?

What's that?

-This is decaf, right?
-Sure.

Before you judge me,
I'm gonna start at the end.

She is so happy
I said something.

Something to who about what?

Dyana, the mistress.
I told her Dean is married.

And then, we planned a lunch,
but I'm probably gonna cancel.

You told her?

Didn't we agree
that was a bad idea?

It just happened.

We had this delightful bathroom
misunderstanding,

and we started talking,
and then we were hugging,

and then she got mascara
on my shoulder,

which I said don't worry about,
but it does kind of bother me.

"Mascara on my Shoulder."

Isn't that the title
of a Joan Collins memoir?

Now, is that a real question,
or a burn?

I honestly have
no idea with him.

She was upset, yes,
but she was also so sweet,

and so grateful
to know the truth,

and maybe I will
do that lunch with her.

And you're okay being trapped
with these people

in an enclosed space
20,000 feet up?

She promised that she wouldn't
say anything until we landed,

and that she'd totally
leave me out of it.

You're married?
You son of a bitch!

What?

-Who told you that?
-Her.

(passengers murmuring)

(huffs)
Well, that lunch is totally off.

I have no idea
what she's talking about.

Oh, really?
Why would she lie to me?

DEAN:
I have no-- I don't know.

Hey, Kelly. Gary.
Anything to drink?

Okay.

Artem. You want some pretzels?

Hey, I'm sorry, Ronald, but
I would prefer you stay out

of my personal business, okay?

Are pretzels that personal?

Yeah, the way I eat them,
they are. Oh, yes.

Hey, what's going on?

All the passengers
are acting so weird.

Can you blame them?
They just saw what happens

when you let Hurricane Ronnie
into your life.

No, I was trying to help.
Nichole, you get that, right?

Please don't tell my dad
I strip at Grapefruits.

Also, don't tell Grapefruits
I love my dad.

It's a real bummer
for customers.

No, I... I thought
I was doing something good.

I love my passengers.
They're my people.

I mean... look.
James, hey,

I-I wrote down the name
of your hotel again

in case you lost the first one.

I don't want it.
Take this.

It's a note for you to give
to sober me,

telling drunk me not to let you
give me notes anymore.

GWEN:
Hey there, Jackpot,

you're cleared I-L-S
two-eight right for landing.

Copy that, and can I just
add congratulations

on being a strong woman
in the workplace?

Aw, thanks.

So, I guess it's time
to sign off?

Come on, Captain, ask her out.
She's your sky-mate.

Captain Dave likes you and
he wants to ask you out. Bye.

Sorry, Jackpot,
could you repeat?

Uh, yeah, Gwen.
(sighs)

There's a bar in terminal "C"
next to the noodle place

with the great...

-...noodles.
-Noodles?

-(Gwen chuckling)
-DAVE: Would you want to go

and grab a drink with me
when we land?

It's about time you asked.

Copy that.
And prepare for landing.

Hey! Captain Dave!

I knew you had it in you.
(laughs)

Hey, I've been out of the game
for a minute.

How far do people go
on first dates these days?

I've heard butts
are very popular right now.

Still here, Jackpot.

Thank you.
Thank you for flying Jackpot.

I'm still your friend-- you can
trust me with your secrets.

Hey. Black coffee,
two sugars to go?

I don't know who the hell
you think you are,

but what I do is
none of your business.

What, you think just because
we fly on the same plane,

that you have this unique
insight into our lives?

That's pathetic.
You are a nobody

to the people on this plane.

And when we want something from
you, we'll hit the call button.

I'm sorry, is there a problem?

Stay out of it, Frenchie.

(whispers):
Frenchie?

Hey. Hey, hey.
Um, you all right?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, oh,
I'm fine, I'm fine.

I just... (groans)

You were right,
I was really stupid

to get involved is all, I...

Excuse me.

(scoffs)
Oh, my God.

(sighs)

Um, hi. Excuse me.
Uh, yeah, you.

Um, I don't know exactly
what it is you said

to that flight attendant
back there,

but she's pretty shaken up,
so I think...

What is it with all you people?

Why can't anybody on that plane
mind their own business?

Hey, buddy,
I'm the lord chancellor

of "mind your own business,"
but that woman you accosted,

she is my business.

So, if you were any kind of man,
you would go back in there

and you'd apologize.

Oh, I will show you exactly
what kind of man I am

if you don't get out of my face,
Gérard Depardieu.

Gérard Depar...
I'm clearly English.

You, on the other hand, you're
a bully and a philanderer.

I really wish you didn't
just poke me.

-Why? What are you gonna do?
-(drops bag)

You gonna hit me?

No, I'm gonna detain you.

(all gasp)

DEAN: You have no idea who
you're dealing with, buddy.

Whoa, what's going on?

Did Frenchie do something wrong?

COLIN: What? I'm the one
being assaulted.

Yeah, by an air marshal.

Wait, you're an air marshal?

Yes. And that woman I've been
flying out with every week

was my trainee.

Dyana is my girlfriend.

Huh.

Oh, my God,
that is the first time

you called me your girlfriend.

Well, that's what you are, baby.

COLIN:
Aw, that's nice.

I have a date tonight, too.

So, the good news is
they're letting you go

with a stern warning.

Bad news is we have definitely

ruined the start
of Dean's vacation.

You know, as I sit here, rapidly
losing feeling in my hands,

it does occur to me:

shouldn't you know
the air marshals on board?

They stopped telling me
and Bernard a while ago

because we were abusing
the system.

Can I have a coffee and a water?

Hey, Air Marshal,
you need to tase this bitch.

For what it's worth, thank you

for sticking up for me
like that.

It was kind of badass
hearing you be all like,

(imitates Colin):
"She is my business."

-Wait, what accent is that?
-French.

Clearly.

But really, I appreciate it.

Especially since I alienated
everyone else on the plane.

So much for saying
they're my people.

Well, if it's any consolation,
I'm still your people.

Anyway, consider confronting
that air marshal as my apology

on behalf of men everywhere
for Eric,

the chiropractor's husband.

Well, in a way,
Eric did me a favor.

If I hadn't followed him to
L.A., I probably would have just

stayed in Bakersfield, married
a guy with a neck tattoo,

who eventually gets pinched
for driving the getaway car

in an avocado heist.

Again, oddly specific.

His name was Randall.

Yes.

Is she here yet?

I don't know. I have no idea
what she looks like.

Hey, wait, are you allowed
to be back there?

Jill loves it when I sling.
Don't you, Jill?

Excuse me,
are you Captain Dave Pratman?

What?!
You've been catfished.

Listen, I've been on both sides
catfish many times.

But... remember, this man
is hurting more than you.

No. I'm Gwen's supervisor
from air traffic control.

Gwen's not gonna
make it tonight.

Oh, my God, was she on her way
here, but then got hit by a car

and was horribly disfigured,

and is now too embarrassed
to see him?

That's so romantic. Tell her
to come, he'll love her anyway.

Whoa, not so fast.

Just how broken
is her face, Doc?

What is wrong with you people?

She was not in an accident.

Gwen's filling out
citation paperwork.

Your conduct today was
thoroughly unprofessional.

A lot of people
were on that channel.

What were you thinking?

We were thinking
this is still a world

where true love exists,
you bastard.

It's okay.

She's getting off
with a warning.

But from now on, that radio
is just for ATC guidance only.

Understand?

I do. That's the end
for Gwen and Captain Dave.

It was beautiful
while it lasted.

Turns out we were just two
planes crossing in the night.

Or just call her on the phone
like a normal person.

Here's her number.
Stop being a weirdo.

See you tonight, Nichole.

Bye, Lewis.
Remember to eat a light dinner!

Well, look at that.

Turns out old Captain Dave's
still got it.

So, when do I call?

-Right now. -20 days.
-Never. I still think catfish.

What's going on?

Oh, you got your wish.

Jackpot had so many complaints,
they're getting rid of

all the credit card swipers.

Plus, everyone's identities
were stolen.

Well, at least they brought some
of the dignity back to flying.

Yeah, they found another way
to make money.

For a small fee, Jackpot
passengers can now purchase

in-flight flu shots.

(both screaming)

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH

You've hit the jackpot
with LA to Vegas.

Now here are a few more shows
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It's time we fly
this old bird.

* It feels good *

MULDER: I want to believe.
I would just like to see.

I can help you.

* It feels good *

-You want to do
the honors, Alan?
-Yeah!

No, you never
touch this.

* You know it feels good *

-(shrieks)
-* It feels good *

* Oh, you know it feels good *

Let's do it.

Everything you thought
you knew about medicine
is wrong.

Unbelievable.

* It feels good *