The Twilight Zone

Sir, I'm gonna ask your permission

for an additional pat down.

You're clear.

Thank you.

Oh. Sorry.

Enjoy your flight.

- No. No, it's you. - Sorry.

- It's all you. - Nah, go ahead.

Wait.

Justin Sanderson.

Is this you?

Didn't I see you debating on TV?

- Yeah. - Well, then-then, this is yours.

Um... Okay, well, how about in the name of civility,

I, uh, I get this for you.

- Oh, Justin, I'm honored. - : Okay.

Never met a magazine writer before.

Joe Beaumont.

- Oh, uh, Justin Sanderson. - Ah.

Oh. You wouldn't mind...

Would you sign it for me?

Sure. Be happy to.

- To Joe. - Joe.

With an "E."

"Joe... with...

an 'E.'"

Thank you.

- Be seeing you. - Okay.

At this time, Northern Gold Star Airlines

would like to invite its Privileged Class passengers

to Flight 1015,[LINE RINGING, THUNDER RUMBLING SOFTLY]

Now departing at 10:15 to please board at Gate B15.

Justin? - Honey.

So glad I got you before my flight took off.

Hi.

Are you okay?

I am so sorry about before.

I-I really didn't mean to raise my voice like that.

I don't think this is a good idea.

I know. I just... I need the work.

Honey, you're not listening.

You promised me.

No, I know. I-I am listening to you.

And I am keeping that promise.

- How? - Well, because this assignment

will be the opposite of high stress.

You don't know that.

Because Tel Aviv is not Yemen, hon.

It's...

Look. I saw some fucked-up shit,

and... it shook me up.

I mean, it would've shook anyone up, but...

I know, honey.

Remember what Dr. Cravat says: the past is the past.

Past is the past.

And that will help me get through the now.

That's right.

As will thinking about you.

Okay. We're good?

I love you.

Oh, one last thing.

I just noticed my flight number is 1015,

and it's October 15.

And also, the departure time was delayed from 9:30 to 10:15.

What are the odds of that?

Have a safe flight.

Hi. How are you?

Hey.

Welcome aboard.

- Good flight today? - Oh, yeah.

Very good. Welcome aboard.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, but only an infant can travel

in a seat with a parent.

Children two to 11 need their own seat.

I'm sure they'll discount the fare for you.

We're only two-thirds occupancy.

But you said first class is full.

Yeah. I would have to move you to the main cabin.

Excuse me. - Yes, but...

That's actually my seat there,

and they can have it if they need it.

- Yeah, that's fine. - Yeah.

Is that okay?

Yeah.

Thank you. That's very nice of you.

So is there a place I should sit?

Yes. Main cabin should be pretty thin.

Uh, that side, toward the back. Stretch out.

All right.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT Flight attendants, prepare doors for departure.

Cross check.

At this time, on behalf of the crew

of Flight 1015 from Washington, D.C., to Tel Aviv,

we'd like to welcome you on board and invite you

to take the safety information card out of the seat pocket

in front of you, and follow along

as we perform our safety demonstration.

As we prepare for takeoff,

we would like to remind you

to please remain in your seats until the captain has turned off

the "fasten seat belt" sign,

indicating then that it is safe to move about the cabin.

To get us on our way, make sure your seat is up,

all electronic devices are put away,

and your tray table is stowed.

All exits on this airplane are clearly marked.

Excuse me.

Take a moment to locate the nearest one.

Keep in mind, it may be behind you.

If you have a carry-on,

push it all the way under the seat in front of you.

Chapter one:

"The Mystery of Northern Gold Star Flight 1015."

The passengers were buckled up,

and the safety demonstration had started.

It was already raining outside at Dulles International Airport,

and a large thunderstorm was brewing over the Atlantic.

Little did the passengers of Flight 1015 know,

in less than an hour,

their plane would disappear from flight control radar,

never to be heard from again.

Oh, my God.

I'm Rodman Edwards, the host of Enigmatique,

and I'm going to lead you through

the last moments of Flight 1015.

: Past is past. Past is past.

Settling in for a 13-hour transatlantic flight

to a land rife with ancient mysteries is Justin Sanderson.

Mr. Sanderson's occupation is to uncover unbiased truth.

But with an hour left before certain doom,

he must ask the right questions of the right people.

Landing at the truth this time

will require an unscheduled stopover...

in The Twilight Zone.

You're traveling through another dimension,

a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind.

It is the middle ground between light and shadow,

between science and superstition.

And it lies between the pit of one's fears

and the summit of one's knowledge.

You are now traveling through a dimension of imagination.

You've just crossed over into The Twilight Zone.

"Ominous Signs."

There are other aviation mysteries

we've explored on this podcast:

the crash of Transeast Airlines Flight 22 out of Miami Beach,

or the anomaly of Global Airlines Flight 107

out of Buffalo.

Yet what makes Flight 1015 unique

is the number of unusual details surrounding its disappearance,

starting with Captain Donner.

We're pretty confident of a nice, smooth flight

over the pond and on to Tel Aviv, so...

Hey, did the pilot just say his name was Captain Donner?

What?

Just... Never mind.

Sorry.

I'm sorry, this is gonna sound very weird, uh...

but do you think you could listen to this real quick?

Those were on your ears, bro.

Yeah. But... this podcast,

uh, says that this flight... like this flight...

is going to vanish into the ocean.

Yeah. So, if you wouldn't mind just listening just for a sec...

Hey, yo, I don't want to get lice.

No, you...

Jesus.

Captain Donner noted to air traffic control

the presence of a flock of cormorants near Flight 1015.

In aviation circles, a dead bird is a harbinger

of bad things to come.

Shortly after takeoff,

as the plane maneuvered around a thunderstorm,

the flight crew reported that a bird struck the engine

at 10:21 p.m.

: The past is past.

The past is past.

The past...

is past.

The past...

is past.

Past...

is past.

Hi.