Soul Plane

INGLEWOOD, | CALIFORNIA, 1979

I always loved airplanes, man.

Not just toys, | but real ones, too.

We lived | right next to the airport.

I remember my mom | would put my stroller outside

while she hung clothes | on the line.

My mom always told me | that someday,

it would be me gettin' on | one of those planes

goin' someplace better.

But I guess it didn't exactly | work out that way.

Final boarding announcement

for Worldwide Airlines | Flight 119.

I'm sorry, sir.

Your dog is too big | to be on the plane.

You'll have to check him.

Wait. No. I usually | just put him in my bag.

He's not that big.

Those are the rules. | You'll have to check your dog.

Or consider taking | another airline.

Come on, man.

- Can I just please-- | - Russ.

I can't just...

Come on, Dre.

- Come on. | - Don't worry, sir.

- We'll take good care of him. | - Please do.

That's my little boy right there.

See you when I get off.

- Excuse me. Thank you. | - Enjoy your flight.

Our in-flight movie will be | Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood,

starring Sandra Bullock | and Ashley Judd.

Nice.

That's the sound of my gat

This is heat. | This album is fire.

Chicken or beef stroganoff?

Chicken, I'll have the chicken.

Thank you. | Excuse me.

- It smells good, though. | - Chicken or beef stroganoff?

I'm gonna have the chicken. | I like the way that smelled.

That was our last chicken.

I'm afraid | I just have stroganoff.

So why would you ask me | what I wanted?

What's in that?

Stroganoff.

That beef strogie. | That wasn't half bad.

It was good.

Almost got a little spit on you.

- Yes, you did. | - I'm sorry.

Are you all right, sir?

Where the bathroom?

- Straight down. | - Where?

Fire in the hole.

Excuse me.

So sorry.

Come on! Hurry. | Get in there!

Damn! Oh, sh*t!

So loose.

I got it. That's it. | No, it's not.

This is the captain speaking. | We hit some turbulence.

We ask that you | return to your seats.

We've turned on | the "fasten seatbelt" sign.

I didn't know | it was gonna be like that.

I can't get out! | My ass is stuck!

Come on. God, please, | I'm a Christian.

My ass is touchin' the sh*t.

I don't wanna die like this! | Stewardess!

There's a guy locked in | the bathroom stuck on the toilet.

Press the main release discharge valve-- | that should get him loose.

Oh, sh*t.

What the f***?!

Dre! No!

Murderers!

You killed my dog, man. | Y'all gonna pay for this!

If I have to go on | every talk show in America,

y'all gonna pay!

Oprah, Ricki Lake, | Dr, Phil b*tch!

106th and Park. | Showtime At The Apollo.

I swear, | they're gonna pay for this.

You don't treat people | like this.

And that's what happened.

What exactly | is your occupation, Nashawn?

- I'm an entrepreneur. | - I see.

So I guess it's fair to say | you don't have a job.

No, I do--

Tell us about | some of your businesses.

Any of 'em | ever make any money?

- No. | - Exactly.

So it would be correct to say | that you're nothin' more

than a deadbeat | lookin' for a quick dollar. Right?

No further questions.

Wait! That's not fair.

Order!

Your Honor, | can I say something, please?

Be brief.

I watched my mom | struggle to raise me

on next to nothin', | workin' for guys like you.

And I always knew that | I had to make my own way,

no matter what.

I might not have | some fancy education

or a Fortune 500 | business, but...

...I'm tryin'.

My mom always told me

that you can't be successful | until you try.

That's all I'm doin'.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Will the foreman | please read the verdict?

Case number 077861.

Nashawn Wade | vs. Worldwide Airlines,

we find for the plaintiff | and award him damages

in the amount of $100 million.

Order! Order!

Yo, cousin!

We did it, man! | We did it! Yes!

What do you mean, "we"?

I didn't see your ass get stuck | in no airplane toilet.

Whatever, I say we blow the first | 20 mil on Rio, next 20 mil, Bangkok.

I hear they can do this thing--

Muggs, you're my cousin. | I'm not gonna forget about you,

or the way you looked out for me | when we was growin' up.

I'm not gonna let you convince me | I'm f***in' this money away.

You still on that | strip club/daycare center thing?

Sh*t was genius. Come on.

It was genius, Muggsy? | To who?

We lost all our damn money | in a week.

We gonna do it straight | this time, all right?

I wanna do something | I can be proud of.

Whatever it is, I'm in.

There he is, Mr. Wade?

How does it feel to be | the recipient of such a large reward

by the court?

I mean, it feels good, ya know? | Justice has been served.

But I tell you what,

I'd trade all that money in | to get back my dog Dre.

Nashawn, how's the ass?

The ass is fine, | It is sittin' on $100 million,

Mr, Wade, can you tell us | what you intend to do

with all that money?

I'm gonna start my own airline. | No further questions.

Muggs, take care of that, please.

What is this-- | BET's "How I'm Living"?

I'd like to give a shout-out | to all five of my babies' mamas.

High five, Laquifa. | I'm comin', girl.

Yes, Lord! | Everybody. $100 million!

Relax. Thank you.

Wait a minute. | You the only sister.

You can't say nothin'?

What in the hell | is taking her so long?

Relax, honey. She has arthritis.

She's, like, 200 years old.

I know. It's great.

Ready? Go.

Mr. Hunkee?

- Yes. | - I've got good news and bad news.

The bad news is that your flight 114 | to JFK has been canceled.

Oh, for the love of--

But the good news is | we've been able to find

another airline that can | accommodate you this evening.

Would you be interested | in another airline?

- Even Dad thinks you're cute. | - Get off me!

- You're such a whore. | - What did you say?

Did I stutter?

There you are.

Four tickets for flight 069 | on NWA.

What you're going to want to do | is go to Gate One--

that's Terminal X--and we'll send | your luggage on down for you.

- Thank you for your help. | - You're quite welcome.

- Good luck. | - Thanks.

Hey, sweetie.

Don't get it greasy. | It's very expensive.

I know, I bought it.

Now, a gentleman always | carries a lady's bags.

- So why are you carrying hers? | - Be kind, son.

If I play my cards right, | she'll be your future mother figure.

That's scary.

Ooh, hey, sweetie. | Wait a minute.

Don't look back | and not say anything.

Excuse me. | You got to move, lady.

Baby, come here. | Gimme a second.

Girl, you must not know | who I am.

Nashawn Wade, baby. | I own NWA. The boss.

Where the hell is Terminal X?

Relax, honey. Didn't we just have | a great vacation in Crackerland?

No, we didn't-- | give me that stupid hat. Leave it!

You know what would've | been great? Going to Hawaii alone.

Listen, you know the deal.

I only get to see my kids | every other weekend.

Billy, where's your sister?

She's that way.

Great.

Heather, you can't just | walk away from the family.

If you want to go somewhere, | you gotta ask permission first.

Dad, I'm 18 years old.

Sorry.

She's 17. You are 17.

Fine. For a couple more hours. | I am 17, and then I'll be 18.

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