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,

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