8 Mile Page #2

Up, man? I ain't even been to bed.

I came to talk to you--

I don't got time to talk right now.

I'm late for work.

-Can you give me a ride?

-My ma's got the car.

JIMMY:
Don't tell nobody

I'm living back here, man.

WINK:
What happened last night?

I heard you got caught out.

People are saying f***ed up sh*t.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Why are you still going to

The Shelter?

There's nobody there but clowns

who ain't got deals and never will.

You need to stay at home.

You know Wink's got you.

-Whatever, man.

-I'm telling you, I'm on my way.

I'm taking you with me.

You're the franchise, baby.

-The franchise?

-Yeah.

I'm taking a f***ing bus to work.

Look, I was just on the horn

with my man Roy Darucher.

-The promo guy?

-Yeah.

Roy's all hooked up at 98.

So what's he need you for?

What's he need me for? Talent, dawg.

You know that's my specialty.

I'm the one

that tipped him on Big O...

and got that fat man out of

flipping burgers at Mickey D's.

Roy liked what he heard,

paid for the nigga's demo...

and boom, just like that,

Big O got a deal, all because of me.

JIMMY:
Roy paid for Big O's demo?

WINK:
Every penny.

If they thought Big O was hot,

wait till they hear B-Rabbit.

I'm building an empire

and I'm taking you with me.

You're next.

JIMMY:
All right.

WINK:
All right.

I'll talk to you later.

WINK:
Call me later.

JIMMY:
Okay.

[Hip-hop instrumental music begins]

[Scattered rap lyrics to instrumental music]

Up!

Down!

Up!

Down!

-What up, Manny?

-You was late today, Smith.

Yeah, it wasn't my fault.

My car wouldn't start--

It ain't never your fault.

I don't want to hear it.

I guess this isn't the best timing,

but I need some extra shifts.

Are you shittin' me?

MANNY:
You just started working here.

Hey, Dutton.

MANNY:
He shittin' me?

JOE LEE:
What?

You late again and you're fired.

-I'm looking for John Latourno.

-I can take you.

MANNY:
I don't think so, Smith.

Right this way.

Thank you.

[Southern rock music playing on radio]

GREG:
[Singing] Big wheels keep on turnin'

-Who the f*** is that?

-Greg Buehl.

That dude is practically

living with my f***ing mum.

They met at bingo.

Wait.

Greg Buehl?

He went to our school, right?

I got to save up some money

and get the hell out of here.

This sh*t is ridiculous.

[Singing] Well, Jimmy moved in

with his mother

'Cause he ain't got no place to go

[Singing] Now I'm right back in the gutter

With a garbage bag

that's full of clothes

Bust it.

[Singing] You live at home in a trailer

What the hell you gonna do?

[Singing] 'Cause I live at home in a trailer

Mom, I'm coming home to you

Break it down.

[Rapping] My name is Jimmy,

his name's Greg Buehl

Me, him and you

we went to the same school

This ain't cool

I'm in a rage

He's tappin' my mom

We're almost the same age

On the microphone,

I drop bombs

Look at this car!

Thanks a lot, Mom

''Here, happy birthday, Rabbit

''Here's a brand new car,

you can have it!''

A 1928 Delta

This sh*t won't even get me

to The Shelter

And I can't even say I'm from Motown

'Cause I'm back in the 810 now

[Singing] 'Cause I live at home in a trailer

Mom, I'm coming home to you

You know

there's another battle next week?

I don't want to hear sh*t about it.

I'm signing you up.

-Man, don't.

-Come on, man. You got to battle!

Future, I'm not you, dawg.

JIMMY:
Look at me.

FUTURE:
Listen.

Once they hear you,

it won't matter what colour you are.

You win some battles...

Three One Third will have

the street credit we need.

With you and me as the anchors.

Did you hear that Wink

has been talking to that promo guy?

Yeah, I heard that bullshit.

Wink is scandalous, dawg.

Could be a shot.

You know I'm trying to get straight

with the Lord...

so I don't like bringing too much

negative into my positive world...

but Wink is just talking sh*t.

There'll be no action, just talk.

[Singing] Sweet home Alabama

Got a cigarette?

[Greg laughing]

-The dude mentally ill?

-Car accident, man.

He's supposed to get some big

settlement cheque soon or some sh*t.

Will you hurry up with that thing?

Try it now.

[Car engine sputtering]

Give it some gas.

[Car engine revving]

[Future laughing triumphantly]

That's what I'm talking about, baby.

We're going out tonight.

JIMMY:
Tonight?

FUTURE:
Yeah....

F*** last night. Okay? Forget it.

What about being straight

with the Lord?

Come on man, it's Saturday. I can

get straight with him on Sunday.

[Gangster rap song]

Hey, B, I got these new beats, man.

You know how much I like your mum--

Sh*t, I really, really like

your momma, Rabbit.

But she did you no favour

when she left you this car.

F*** you. Get out and walk.

SOL:
Hey, man, at least the radio plays.

What's up with this whole

East CoastlWest Coast thing?

SOL:
We got to put Mo on the map.

CHEDDAR:
Yeah. Talking about the1.

Man, nobody even knows

Detroit is the1.

You're from 810, fathead.

We gotta make our own sound.

F*** everybody else.

Yeah, then we get a deal,

go platinum, get cheesed out...

and get all the b*tches!

All the hoes.

Do you think I have a big head?

[Cheddar hollers]

DJ IZ:
Why'd you bring

that damn thing, man?

Oh, man!

FUTURE:
Shoot it.

SOL:
Pinkeye, b*tch!

FUTURE:
Let me see.

Let me show you motherfuckers

how to shoot something.

Do it, do it.

Okay. Here we go.

Here it is, here it is.

[AII hollering]

JIMMY:
Take the wheel, man.

-The gas, too.

-I got the gas.

DJ IZ:
Hey, Rabbit,

get back in the car, man.

SOL:
Hit the bus! Hit the bus!

SOL:
Man, give me my f***ing gun.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Oh, sh*t.

[Police sirens wail]

F***!

-Toss the weed, Cheddar!

-Toss the f***ing weed!

[Music stops]

-What the f*** are you doing?

-The f***ing car just died.

Oh, come on, man.

I told you stupid-ass niggas

not to be doing this sh*t.

[Police siren continues]

That rifle ain't mine.

I don't want to go to jail.

Shut the f*** up!

I'm f***ing serious.

I get claustrophobic.

SOL:
You were scared!

DJ IZ:
You were scared!

FUTURE:
No, you were scared, motherf***er!

Do you know how many abandoned

buildings we have in Detroit?

How can you have pride

in your neighbourhood...

with sh*t like that next door?

Does the city tear them down?

They're too busy building casinos

and taking money from people.

Shut your preaching ass up.

Nobody care about that sh*t.

Did you care

when the crackhead raped that girl?

You think it would've happened

without an abandoned house?

CHEDDAR:
They caught him, right?

FUTURE:
Yeah.

Dumb motherf***er

went back to the house.

How stupid could a nigga be.

SOL:
What's happening under that hood?

JIMMY:
It's a just a short. Chill out.

I ain't getting back in that

piece of sh*t. It's a death-trap.

I think Jimmy's mum's

trying to kill him.

Yeah, she's so goddamn fine,

she could kill me.

Don't be saying sh*t

about my mum or my f***ing car, man.

I hear everything.

He a ninja now.

[Engine roaring]

CHEDDAR:
B-Rabbit!

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