Original subtitles

- 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!