Любовь с первого взгляда - 1

December 20th is the worst day of the year to travel through John F. Kennedy International Airport.

dɪˈsɛmbər 20th ɪz ðə wərst deɪ əv ðə jɪr tɪ ˈtrævəl θru ʤɑn ɛf. ˈkɛnədi ˌɪnərˈnæʃənɑl ˈɛrˌpɔrt.

Over 193,000 passengers arrive and depart that day, causing, on average, 23-minute delays at check-in

ˈoʊvər 193,000 ˈpæsənʤərz əraɪv ənd dɪˈpɑrt ðət deɪ, ˈkɔzɪŋ, ɔn ˈævərɪʤ, 23-minute dɪˈleɪz æt check-in

and a peak wait time of 117 minutes at security.

ənd ə pik weɪt taɪm əv 117 ˈmɪnəts æt sɪˈkjʊrəti.

But of all the passengers inconvenienced on this inconvenient day, it is the story of only one that

bət əv ɔl ðə ˈpæsənʤərz ˌɪnkənˈvinjənst ɔn ðɪs ˌɪnkənˈvinjənt deɪ, ɪt ɪz ðə ˈstɔri əv ˈoʊnli wən ðət

matters. Because today, that passenger is late.

ˈmætərz. bɪˈkəz təˈdeɪ, ðət ˈpæsənʤər ɪz leɪt.

Excuse me.

ɪkˈskjuz mi.

Whoa, whoa.

woʊ, woʊ.

Oh. Sorry. Sorry!

oʊ. ˈsɑri. ˈsɑri!

Hadley Sullivan is about to miss her flight to London by four minutes.

ˈhædli ˈsəlɪvən ɪz əˈbaʊt tɪ mɪs hər flaɪt tɪ ˈləndən baɪ fɔr ˈmɪnəts.

Wait! Please, I'm here.

weɪt! pliz, əm hir.

Uh, sorry, miss. You're too late.

ə, ˈsɑri, mɪs. jʊr tu leɪt.

There are 367 souls aboard flight TA-5120. 412 pieces of luggage, 344 personal items, 4 emotional

ðɛr ər 367 soʊlz əˈbɔrd flaɪt ta-5120 412 ˈpisɪz əv ˈləgɪʤ, 344 ˈpərsɪnəl ˈaɪtəmz, 4 ˈiˌmoʊʃənəl

support animals, and 62 neck pillows.

səˈpɔrt ˈænəməlz, ənd 62 nɛk ˈpɪloʊz.

Together, these passengers will travel for 6 hours and 47 minutes, all without Hadley.

təˈgɛðər, ðiz ˈpæsənʤərz wɪl ˈtrævəl fər 6 aʊərz ənd 47 ˈmɪnəts, ɔl wɪˈθaʊt ˈhædli.

Some might say it's bad luck to miss one's flight by four minutes. Or you might prefer to think that

səm maɪt seɪ ɪts bæd lək tɪ mɪs wənz flaɪt baɪ fɔr ˈmɪnəts. ər ju maɪt prɪˈfər tɪ θɪŋk ðət

everything happens for a reason.

ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ ˈhæpənz fər ə ˈrizən.

But for Hadley, those four minutes won't be unlucky at all. Because very soon, a girl and a boy will

bət fər ˈhædli, ðoʊz fɔr ˈmɪnəts woʊnt bi ənˈləki æt ɔl. bɪˈkəz ˈvɛri sun, ə gərl ənd ə bɔɪ wɪl

meet, and it will change everything.

mit, ənd ɪt wɪl ʧeɪnʤ ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ.

The girl is Hadley Ella Sullivan. Twenty years old, 65 inches tall. She's late 21% of the time, which

ðə gərl ɪz ˈhædli ˈɛlə ˈsəlɪvən. tˈwɛnti jɪrz oʊld, 65 ˈɪnʧɪz tɔl. ʃiz leɪt 21 əv ðə taɪm, wɪʧ

is coincidentally the average battery life of her cell phone.

ɪz koʊˌɪnsɪˈdɛntəli ðə ˈævərɪʤ ˈbætəri laɪf əv hər sɛl foʊn.

The best thing we can do is get you on the next flight. There are two seats left, both in business.

ðə bɛst θɪŋ wi kən du ɪz gɪt ju ɔn ðə nɛkst flaɪt. ðɛr ər tu sits lɛft, boʊθ ɪn ˈbɪznɪs.

When does that leave?

wɪn dɪz ðət liv?

Hour and a half. Arrives in London at 9:55 a.m.

aʊər ənd ə hæf. əraɪvz ɪn ˈləndən æt 9:55 a.m.

My dad's wedding is at noon.

maɪ dædz ˈwɛdɪŋ ɪz æt nun.

Do you need to think about it?

du ju nid tɪ θɪŋk əˈbaʊt ɪt?

Okay, yeah. One business-class ticket to London, please. Thank you. Thanks. Sorry.

ˌoʊˈkeɪ, jæ. wən business-class ˈtɪkɪt tɪ ˈləndən, pliz. θæŋk ju. θæŋks. ˈsɑri.

Oh. It's dead. So that's why it's open.

oʊ. ɪts dɛd. soʊ ðæts waɪ ɪts ˈoʊpən.

Of course it is. Never mind. Nothing. Thank you.

əv kɔrs ɪt ɪz. ˈnɛvər maɪnd. ˈnəθɪŋ. θæŋk ju.

Boarding announcement for flight AI-3670

ˈbɔrdɪŋ əˈnaʊnsmɛnt fər flaɪt ai-3670

You can borrow mine if you want.

ju kən ˈbɑˌroʊ maɪn ɪf ju wɔnt.

This, as you may have guessed, is the boy. Oliver Martin Jones, 22 years old, 1.8 meters tall. He is on time 94% of the time, which is coincidentally

ðɪs, ɛz ju meɪ hæv gɛst, ɪz ðə bɔɪ. ˈɑlɪvər ˈmɑrtɪn ʤoʊnz, 22 jɪrz oʊld, 1.8 ˈmitərz tɔl. hi ɪz ɔn taɪm 94 əv ðə taɪm, wɪʧ ɪz koʊˌɪnsɪˈdɛntəli

the average battery life on his mobile phone.

ðə ˈævərɪʤ ˈbætəri laɪf ɔn hɪz ˈmoʊbəl foʊn.

You can borrow mine if you want.

ju kən ˈbɑˌroʊ maɪn ɪf ju wɔnt.