The Flight Attendant

I'm just saying, it's unnatural.

It's a natural climate.

How could a natural climate be unnatural?

Okay, what about snow?

You love a New York snowstorm.

Snow? Oh, you mean the brown stuff

that moistens the trash. That snow.

Max, that's super cynical.

You just went hard to, like, one extreme of snow.

That's--you sound like my grandfather, okay?

Next you're gonna be telling me

that public transit is overrated or...

Well, that's a given. Who doesn't like a car?

Those arguments are so not even related.

The comfortable car to public transit.

Hey, I hope I didn't throw you

with the whole moving in thing. Did I?

I know it's a-- it's a really big step.

- So, um, I don't want to... - No.

Uh, no. Uh, yeah. That's a good--

We should have that conversation, for sure.

But, um,

Annie's really upset about her interview.

I feel like I should just, like,

be with her tonight? Is that okay?

Oh, yeah. Oh, sure, yeah. Of course.

- Okay. - Of course. We can, uh--

We can pick it back up tomorrow.

Okay.

- Breakfast? - Yeah. Yeah.

- I'll see you tomorrow. - Okay.

- Okay. - I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

-- Who needs a winter? -- LA is, like,

bright and sunny on the outside,

but it's totally dead on the inside.

It's like someone painted a coffin happy colors.

I grew up in this coffin.

Hey, Cass, you okay?

Oh, yeah, totally. I'll be right back.

It's like living in a simulation.

Okay, Megan, what the fuck does this mean?

Bravo. Bravo. That's code bravo,

alert passengers to danger. And, uh, 7700 means...

In-flight emergency, so Megan is in danger.

Hmm. Decoding an emoji chain

instead of dealing with our actual issues? Great.

Okay, what do you want from me?

You know, that-- that View-Master slide clue

got us fucking nowhere.

I'm supposed to wait around for nothing?

Oh, we didn't magically solve it in a day.

- It must be impossible. - Listen,

Megan sent me a message through Eli.

You know how much trouble she'd have to be in

to get him involved? So can we please focus?

All right, what does this mean, dancing sisters or what?

No, no, no, no, no. Best friends.

Megan always calls me her bestie.

- You guys are so annoying. - You know what, killjoy?

I'm kind of sick of waking up, flying, coming back,

having boring sex with Marco,

blah, blah, blah. Let's live!

What--my life isn't boring.

- Is it? - Yeah, good.

You know what, you're right. Let's disappear.

Then we never have to face Marco,

we don't have to bring cute little donuts to AA

and we can stop trying to figure out

who's pretending to be us. Remember that part?

It's gonna end really well.

Okay, so, um, penguin, chain, uch.

Penguin, key. Penguin, key.

I don't--

Wait. That's a puffin.

Puffin key chain.

Wait, this stamp.

I know this. It's a mural.

It's a mural, and it is, um...

It's Reykjavik.

So, crown, uh...

A queen wears a crown, queen of Long Island.

Megan! She's talking about herself!

Okay, so, uh, "Urgent, bestie.

"Get the puffin keychain to

"the queen of Long Island in Reykjavik.

- Emergency!" - Yes!

Oh, for fuck's sake. We're going to Iceland?

Listen, Megan pissed off our government

and a foreign dictatorship.

She really fucking needs me, so get on board, lady!

Do you recall Dot grounding us or did we just, like,

conveniently black out during that part?

Cass.

Oh, my God, I'm sorry!

- I didn't know you were up. - No, it's okay.

I didn't want to wake you. Um...

something came up last minute with the airline,

- so I gotta go early and-- - Cassie.

You told us about your, like, extra-curricular shit, so.

Yeah, I'm actually really glad you know.

Mmm.

Hey, that View-Master, will you keep working on it, please?

It's just, like, you know.

Oh, no, I'm so sorry.

I don't really have time to work on, like,

the sociopath that's dressing up like you.

I have to wash my hair, so.

Okay.

- Jesus, we're on it, okay? - Okay.

Thank you.

Hey.

- Early flight, huh? - Hi!

Uh, yeah. I'm filling in for someone.

You know, the world never stops.

God, you really hate time off.

Wait, tell me you're going to Berlin.

I don't want to get stuck there again with nobody fun.

Oh, actually, I'm, um...

Oh, Iceland. Okay.

I'm not allowed in Iceland.

I'm not allowed in the country.

You're not allowed in Iceland.

Yeah, well, I slept with this girl called Dara

on the Reykjavik route once.

She was like--she had, like, a Bjork thing going on

but she was, like, obsessed with volcanos.

Wouldn't stop talking about volcanos.

Okay, well, not my route. I'm actually, um--

- I was heading to get a coffee. - Oh, cool.

We should hang out again, right?

- Yeah, I would love to. - Yeah.

Okay, great, well, text me when you get back.

- I will. - And have a safe flight.

I will.

Hey, hey, can I get a jump seat for this flight?

Sure, but there's somebody ahead of you,

so just wait over there.

Another flight attendant wants to go to Iceland today?

It's fucking Carol.

Uch...God.

Fucking Carol.

- Carol. - Cassie.

First time to Reykjavik?

- Hardly. - Oh.

I like to visit the Om Nom Chocolate Factory

on a semi-regular basis.

The sea salt chocolate almonds,

they are hailstones from heaven.

Mmm. Mmm!

Must be nice to have seniority with the jump seat.

It's pretty amazing.

'Cause this is like my eighth time trying to grab it.

- Oh, no! - Yeah. The thing is,

my grandmother lives there

and I just really hope I can see her again before she dies.

It would mean the world to my family

if I could have one last

conversation with her, you know?

- Huh. - It would mean so much...

- Huh. Uh-huh. - ...to me, emotionally.

Um, but you know what?

It must be so cool to have priority.

I mean, 23 years at Imperial Atlantic has its perks.

This is a final boarding call, Keflavik.

Final boarding call.

Listen, Carol, I would...

never ask this if I didn't really need it,

but I am begging you, can I have your seat?

Please, I will buy you all the chocolate.

I will pay for future flights.

Anything you need, please.

Carol Atkinson? You can board.

Thank you.

Really? You're gonna let Black Market Carol

- walk all over you? - Honey, I am so sorry.

Please tell your grandmother I said good luck.

And...

Okay, she needs to wipe that smug smile off her face.

You have dirt on her. Use it!

Okay, Carol, here's the thing.

I didn't want to have to do this.

But I know about the buddy passes.

Yeah.

I know you sell buddy passes for profit.

It's like an underground buddy pass ring.

Yep, you know it, I know it,

the fucking bathroom attendant knows it.

No, they don't.

They call you Black Market Carol.

They call me what?

Black Market Carol.

We made t-shirts.

- Fuck. - Mm-hmm.

They're really cute. I'll send you one.

So listen, here's the thing.

You could keep your jump seat,

um, but I doubt you're gonna be eating those almonds

when I tell management about

your little criminal history, so...