It was only last month that a federal criminal complaint revealed that hotel scion Conrad Hughes Hilton III—brother of Paris, crasher of luxury vehicles, and all-around spoiled brat—had perpetrated a 10-hour, proletariat-bashing rage-a-thon aboard a trans-Atlantic jet. Now GQ can exclusively report that last week, Hilton entered into a plea agreement with prosecutors. Today, on Hilton’s 21st birthday, it seemed an excellent time to relive the events of July 31, 2014, aboard British Airways flight 269 from London to Los Angeles.

_The tantrum began even before takeoff, which was scheduled for 3:52 p.m., when Hilton—flying in business class, in seat 75J, on the upper deck of an Airbus 380—refused to turn off his cell phone. Things escalated rapidly once the flight was in the air, and soon Hilton was smoking weed in the bathroom, punching the bulkhead, and repeatedly bellowing, "I will fucking own anyone on this flight; they are fucking peasants!" _

Patricia Mitchell, a British-born life coach and broadcaster who lives in L.A., was seated in economy on the lower deck, where Hilton would soon appear, ranting and mumbling, and reappear sporadically as he wandered the plane. Herewith, a chronology of the flight, based on 1) the criminal complaint filed on February 2, which is a sworn affidavit by the FBI agent who investigated the case, and 2) my extensive interview with Mitchell, in 81H, who does, after all, analyze human behavior for a living.

**At about 5:20 p.m., five minutes after a late takeoff, Hilton leaves his seat, ignoring the illuminated "Fasten Seatbelt" sign, and heads to the rear galley of the main deck. **[Note: For the rest of this story, everything in bold type comes from the criminal complaint.]

PATRICIA MITCHELL: It was during that bit when the stewards are up but nobody else should be. My ears were popping, and I was waiting for the drinks trolley, when suddenly, he’s coming down the aisle. I thought, "Whoa, that’s not normal." He was dressed posh casual, expensive haircut. He looked like a polo player and walked with a sure-footed march, being loud. He said something like they had attacked him. I heard a lot of "fucks." The staff were being really low key, but it was monstrous. Inhuman. I mean, really, it was.

Four members of the crew ask Hilton to return to his seat, but he refuses, saying that if they are standing, he should be allowed to stand, too. He’s cursing and being aggressive. He says he has "a fucking problem" and threatens to hit someone seated four rows behind him.

P.M.: He was being demeaning. I thought he was in the middle of a psychotic episode. For at least an hour I was thinking: are we going to have to go back? Are they going to turn the plane around?

**Hilton returns to his seat briefly, but once the seatbelt sign is turned off, he appears again in the rear galley and complains about a male passenger giving him the "stink eye." He is highly agitated and says the man "either wants to fight me or fuck me but I am not gay." **

P.M.: I was about to video it, but he looked at me, really threatening. I don’t often watch horror movies, but you know how the walking dead have a look in their eye? I thought, "He’s going to come at me next." He turned around and said, "Now everybody’s judging me." That’s when they closed the curtains.

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.