8 Mile Page #6

Why'd you take off?

I don't really live here.

So? Why'd you take off?

I just....

Don't be embarrassed

about where you live.

I don't live here.

What's up with you and Wink?

He's helping me

get my book together.

Using his connections.

Same way he's helping you out.

So....

You have to stay home tonight?

Yeah, I should...

work on some songs for my demo.

Okay.

[Hip-hop beat]

[Scattered rap lyrics to hip-hop beat]

Your mum's getting evicted.

It says right here.

''Tenant must vacate the premises...

''due to non-payment of rent.''

You know about this?

STEPHANIE:
'Morning.

Sweetie, you want cereal?

GREG:
I was talking to your precious son

about this eviction situation.

Did you plan on informing me?

Honey, that's a mistake.

-You're a f***ing liar.

-Hey, man!

Stay out of this, Rabbit.

-Don't worry. I'm taking care of it.

-Don't.

JIMMY:
F***, man! What is your problem?

Don't touch my mother!

Stay out of it!

I'm out of here. I can't go out

with someone like you.

You gonna let him say that to you?

With two homeless kids.

JIMMY:
Motherf***er!

STEPHANIE:
Rabbit!

Jimmy! Please!

Stop it!

Stop!

JIMMY:
F*** you!

[Lily crying]

Rabbit, stop!

JIMMY:
F*** you!

STEPHANIE:
Stop it!

[Lily whimpering]

JIMMY:
Oh, my God. Lily.

Come here, baby.

It's okay.

Come here, baby.

It's okay.

It's over, baby.

WINK:
What up, dawg?

Alex just called.

I got a friend to take pictures

of her when she gets off work.

She needs a ride, that's why

she called. Can you drive?

JIMMY:
I'll drive.

WINK:
The others'll be here soon.

Sol's mum's dropping them off.

I hear you're battling tomorrow.

I'm doing what?

Someone told me Future signed you up

at The Shelter.

Who told you that?

[Knocking at door]

WINK:
What up?

Wipe your feet.

SOL:
Nobody's wiping their feet

for your junky basement.

Where your momma at?

Working.

SOL:
Dear momma!

Tell her to hang this sh*t upstairs.

Did you sign me up to battle

tomorrow night?

You heard me.

Don't play f***ing stupid. Did you?

Papa Doc won last week,

so he'll be defending his title.

You got to take it from him!

You win battles, you get respect.

I don't give a f***!

I'm sick of you thinking

you know what's best!

You ain't my f***ing father!

I'm a grown man.

FUTURE:
Look, Jimmy--

JIMMY:
''Look'' nothing!

F*** you!

I told you not to sign me up!

So you want to fight me now?

You ain't the future of sh*t.

You're just David f***ing Porter.

SOL:
Hey, come on, fellas.

You know what?

Do what the f*** you want to do.

I don't give a sh*t anymore.

I really f***ing don't!

WINK:
You coming to JLB tonight?

I don't know, man.

[Sombre hip-hop music]

ALEX:
I look like crap.

If I knew it was today, I wouldn't

have gone drinking after the show.

WINK:
I can reschedule.

ALEX:
No, I'll do it.

WINK:
You will?

ALEX:
I'll always do it.

SOL:
When will we see your pictorial

in a magazine?

Pictorial's in Playboy.

In fashion, it's editorial.

Shut up, Frederick Douglass.

It's for her book,

so she can get a job.

SOL:
That's one book I'd definitely read.

DJ IZ:
It'd be the only one.

DJ IZ:
Don't forget this.

ALEX:
Thanks, guys.

Want me to come up?

That's okay.

Mum.

Mum, come on, get up.

Come on.

Greg left me.

Greg left me.

JIMMY:
Damn!

Get up.

It's okay, Lily.

It's okay, honey.

STEPHANIE:
His settlement cheque came.

His settlement cheque came in.

And now that he's got money...

he can't be with

somebody like me anymore.

It's Thursday. I got to go to bingo.

Maybe he'll be there.

You ain't going nowhere.

You're better off without him.

Stop it! It's your fault he left me!

You ruined it!

You f***ed it all up for me!

Who's gonna want me now?

Where are we gonna live?

We don't have any money!

We don't have anything!

What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

Lily's out there by herself!

Why do you have to be like this?

What'd we ever do to you?

STEPHANIE:
Get the f*** out of here!

Get the f*** out of my house!

Get the f*** out of my house!

JIMMY:
Come on, baby. Put your coat on.

We're going next door, okay?

We're getting out of here.

-What floor is JLB on?

-Twenty-eighth.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

DJ:
When we look at Big O,

what are we looking at?

BIG O:
I'm giving you poverty, slums.

That's where I'm from.

So I put it all in the music.

-I'm looking for Wink Harris.

-Who?

He should be here with Roy Darucher.

I think they're all in Studio B.

Thank you.

BIG O:
I did anything I could for free,

just for the exposure.

DJ:
No doubt. Big O, big ups

and congratulations...

playboy player.

You finally got your record

on the radio. How do you feel?

BIG O:
Much love, man.

I want to thank you and WJLB...

for looking out for me like that.

That was much love.

I'm just trying to put Detroit,

the East Side, on the map, you know?

We're gonna do it for real, man.

I hope we'll get a pipeline

through here...

and the industry will look at us

and sign us.

We'll all be eating.

ALEX:
Stop it!

DJ:
I've seen you flippin' burgers!

Yeah, I did that.

I thought I recognised your face.

I know you been....

ALEX:
Stop it! Please, Jimmy, stop!

-How long you been in the game?

-Roughly 15 years.

BIG O:
It's an honour for me to come on

and have you do this for me.

BIG O:
I really appreciate it.

DJ:
No problem.

We're here to represent the D...

take care of our artists

and take care of home.

I hope you have

a successful career...

'cause I know

you're puttin' it down.

You represent real hard for the1.

I'm doing it for y'all, man.

This is for Detroit,1, baby!

Love!

JIMMY:
Thanks, Mrs. Helgeland.

MRS. HELGELAND:
Any time.

Have a good night.

JIMMY:
You have fun?

Yeah, I know.

[Bass booming]

I want you to go inside

and lock the door, okay?

Listen to me.

Go in, lock the door

and I'll be in in a minute.

-Okay.

-Okay, go.

Go!

PAPA DOC:
What up, b*tch?

Ready to get knocked out, dawg?

LC:
Wink said you lived in a trailer

with your mum.

But we didn't believe him.

[Thud]

Come on, Elvis. Get up.

Get up, b*tch.

OMAR:
Get your f*ggot ass up and fight!

What? What the f*** you looking at?

Jimmy!

MOOCHIE:
Get the f*** up.

Stop it!

Fight me, you punk-ass b*tch!

I could end your sh*t right now

and nobody would even miss your ass.

No, no. Don't do this.

Come on.

He's done.

Free World, motherf***er.

[Jimmy coughing]

LC:
Don't forget to come

to The Shelter tomorrow night.

PAPA DOC:
You little f*ggot.

I mean, little Rabbit.

[Jimmy breathing heavily]

Jesus.

-What happened to you?

-I fell.

You fell?

I fell.

STEPHANIE:
Come in.

I'll make you something to eat.

What?

I'm your mother.

I want to make you something to eat.

What's the big deal?

I thought you wanted me out.

You want the f***ing pancakes?

What's gotten into you?

STEPHANIE:
We're not getting evicted.

JIMMY:
Why not?

STEPHANIE:
I went to bingo.

And I won!

$, 200!

-You're kidding me.

-Nope!

STEPHANIE:
Our luck's finally changing

around here.

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