Shortly after 6 p.m., drink service begins from the rear galley–not from the front, as it usually does–because Hilton is standing in the aisle, blocking the flight attendants’ path. Hilton is yelling at passengers and at the crew, one member of which has been assigned to follow him around, like a chaperone.

P.M.: I was kind of fascinated. But also, the adrenaline was up. I was on alert. There are rules–social rules–on a plane. I was watching how other people were reacting. Some people were completely oblivious. But the father of a French family right behind me stood up and was leaning over his kids, shielding them.

As Hilton wanders around the plane, he lashes out at the customer service manager who is shadowing him to protect the passengers and his 21-member crew. “Stop following me!” Hilton yells, adding: “I am going to fucking kill you!” Hilton points his finger in the attendant’s face, shouting, “I will fucking rip through you!” and “I will fucking own you!”

P.M.: They were watching him. Sometimes he was effing and blinding [that’s British for screaming obscenities] and sometimes he was just walking along, and I just thought, “Wow, it’s like he’s got a nanny. It’s unbelievable how much attention he’s getting.”

Hilton wanders into the Club World Galley in business class. When a flight attendant tries to calm him down, Hilton gets very close to his face, pulls back, swings his fist up and punches the bulkhead 10 centimeters away from the attendant’s head. Hilton’s behavior is reported to the captain and three hours into the flight, at about 8:15 pm London time, five crewmembers assemble for a safety briefing to review the airline’s passenger restraint policy. A crew member will later estimate he will leave his seat 20 times in total.

P.M.: He kept coming back. I didn’t know whether to pity him or loathe him. At one point, I jumped up to use the loo because there wasn’t a line. I did it quickly, without looking, and I bumped into someone and said, “Oh, sorry.” I looked up, and it was him! It was like [gasps] the Child Catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. And he just said, “Oh, no problem.” Like a normal, ordinary human. That was weird.

Numerous times, Hilton yells, “I will fucking own anyone on this flight; they are fucking peasants!” At one point he approaches another flight attendant and brags that he is already banned by other airlines. He says he has issues, that he’s just broken up with a girlfriend, and that his behavior will probably turn into a lawsuit for his father to pay. He laments that he wants to smoke marijuana. At around 9:15 p.m., he locks himself in a lower deck restroom; soon the smell of weed is detected in the cabin. When a crewmember knocks, he exits, runs to an upper deck bathroom, stuffs the smoke detector with paper towels and smokes a cigarette. Upon exiting, he surrenders his lighter and cigarettes, returns to his seat and falls asleep.

P.M.: It’s funny because I flew premium on my outbound from L.A. to London, and we were asking the air stewardess, “Come on–who have you had that’s famous?” And, “Who was nice and who wasn’t?” And she was spilling the beans and saying the nicest person is Mick Jagger. For all of his money and notoriety, she said, he’s all: “Thank you, thank you!” She said Gordon Ramsay is really nice, too, but he won’t eat the food. And here you have this little upstart who’s a nobody, being like, “I’m this and I’m that!” He’s been taught a certain way to communicate with people, and it’s clearly not working. He looked deeply unhappy.