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want to hear this.

BILL:
I need everybody to place both

hands on the seat in front of you.

What the hell is he doing?

Right now!

Contact TSA, tell them we

have a possible hijacking.

- Nancy, what's going on?

- It's just a random search.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Jennifer Summers?

Should I have told you

about the bomb in my bag?

Let's not use that word

on a plane, please.

When I move on to the main

cabin, you watch business class.

If you see anything suspicious,

anything at all, get my attention.

- Scream, if you have to.

- Okay.

American paranoia.

Iris Marianne, 5B.

Stand up, please.

Is that how older men

pick up younger women?

Fondle first, talk later?

Phone.

Why don't you enter your number?

- You're a little young for me.

- (GIGGLES)

Who does this guy think he is?

WOMAN:
It's all right. Just calm down!

- Just married?

- Yesterday.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Sit down.

It's nothing to worry about.

Happens all the time.

- 13B, Fahim Nasir.

- Bullshit.

- Stand.

- Thank you, sir.

Feeling okay?

Flying is not my cup of tea.

Tell me about it.

- You're a doctor.

- How do you know?

Your bag. Can you

fetch it up, please?

Sure. It's right down here.

What kind of doctor?

Molecular neuroscience.

Sounds interesting.

Hey, look, man, some of us

need to get some sleep.

Sir, sit down. Be quiet.

14C, Charles Wheeler? Stand.

There was nothing in his bag?

What's the purpose of your trip?

I have a client in Brighton.

I'm a bankruptcy attorney.

Yeah? You any good?

- Why? Oh, you need one?

- Sit down.

Sir, you need to keep your hands on

the seat in front of you. Thank you.

MAN:
This sucks.

This is crazy. Are we next?

Just relax.

Okay, 22C. Austin Reilly. Stand.

Hey, look. Can we move this along?

Seriously, man.

I'm not gonna tell you again.

Mr. Reilly, what do

you do for a living?

NYPD.

London your final destination?

My fairy brother's getting married

to a guy with a British accent.

Mind if I take a

look at your phone?

MAN:
Come on, man. Are you serious?

This is some Big Brother-type sh*t.

Take your seat.

You, step into the aisle.

Come on, up!

Up! Right now!

Nah, man, I'm good.

I'm not asking. Shades off.

Come on. What is it,

like 2:
00 a.m.?

Why don't you go back up there

so I can go back to sleep, man?

- Shades.

- No, dude!

Come on, man! Yo, chill!

Let me see your phone.

I don't have a phone, man.

WOMAN:
Jesus.

This isn't yours?

Man, I ain't never

seen that before.

Looks a hell of a lot like the

one you were using at the gate.

MAN:
This is ridiculous.

Sit down.

Gladly.

(CELL PHONE DINGING)

What happened to Amsterdam?

I'm connecting to London.

Show me your boarding pass.

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