8 Mile Page #7

Did you mean it

about doing the demo with Wink?

No.

I'm gonna do it on my own.

You know, Rabbit,

I think that's the best way.

MANNY:
Hey, Smith!

Hey, Smith!

Are you all right?

I fell down some steps.

You been doing much better here.

Still want the extra shifts?

Yeah.

You got them. I need you

to work tonight. I'm a man short.

Tonight?

-Is that a problem?

-No problem.

Good.

Get back to work.

Manny!

Thanks.

What up?

Sh*t. Waiting on this slow-ass ride.

What are you still doing here?

Someone's sick, so I'm filling in.

She ain't waiting on me.

I'll be back.

What do you want?

I wanted to say goodbye.

I'm going to New York.

Yeah? And....

Can I give you a ride or something?

No, I'm cool.

I'm working overtime.

Saving up for something special?

Yeah, studio time.

Good.

Good for you.

I was hoping to see you

at The Shelter tonight.

But, if you're afraid--

I ain't afraid of them guys.

I didn't say you were.

'Bye.

Paul, would you mind covering for me

for a couple hours?

I can do that.

Thanks, man. I owe you.

[Hip-hop music plays in distance]

CHEDDAR:
It's Rabbit! Hey!

Rabbit, wait up!

SOL:
What's up, man?

What happened to you?

CHEDDAR:
You straight? Look at your eye.

JIMMY:
I'm fine.

Wink said you blew up 'cause

Roy Darucher said no to your demo.

He also said crazy sh*t

about him and Alex.

We gonna jump those guys again?

F*** that. I'm gonna battle them.

For real?

Yeah.

You guys coming or what?

[Rapping] Cheddar, I can rip you to a shred

Cheddar cheese

There's not a better MC than me

I'm B-Rabbit, b*tch

Sting like a bee,

float like a butterfly

What am I?

So what if I cut a guy?

Did I s-s-stutter, guy?

Leave you punch drunk

From lunch truck to Shelter

You never felt the wrath

of Helter Skelter

Melt ya, got the belt

for the welterweight champ

You got in with a fake stamp

Garbage bag full of clothes

Still pullin' ho's

Rip you from head to toe

From leg to bullet hole

Next gun, pull it slow

Aim at Tha Free World

'fore you let it go

Instead of,

''Oh, I just shot my dick head!''

Yes, you do got a big head

I can't call it

Cheddar, where's your wallet?

You're so drunk,

you can outdrink the ''Alkaholiks''

Make 'em say, ''Damn,

Cheddar's the man!''

He needs a can

surgically removed from his hand

You again?

It looks like a handicap convention

in here. Crippled motherfuckers.

Don't shoot!

[Free World laughing]

Yo, let's get the f*** out of here.

I need to get some privacy, guys.

Can I come?

Hey, man...

-I apologise for--

-Stop it.

Don't do it.

I didn't even trip.

Just make sure...

you flip the script

on this sh*t tonight.

You understand me?

Thank you.

It's on tonight, Rabbit.

-Let's do it.

-Let's do it.

FUTURE:
All right, all right!

How y'all feeling out there?

You feeling all right?

All right!

Next up is LC, Lyckety-Splyt...

PAPA DOC:
Slaughter him.

...and my man B-Rabbit.

B-Rabbit, where you at?

B-Rabbit, come to the stage!

Where the f*** is B-Rabbit?

FUTURE:
Where's he at?

CHEDDAR:
They're calling you!

You drew Lyckety-Splyt

in the first round.

CHEDDAR:
You okay with that?

JIMMY:
Yeah.

I don't give a f*** who it is.

Okay.

FUTURE:
Where the f*** is B-Rabbit?

Come to the stage.

You got everybody waiting.

It's gonna be blazin'

in this b*tch tonight.

We got a lot of dope rappers,

and at the end of the night...

one will battle last week's winner,

Papa Doc.

This sh*t will be off the hook,

so stick around.

Come to the stage, Rabbit.

Come to the stage!

B-Rabbit, where you at?

There he is. Come on.

Make way for the Rabbit.

Let him through.

Let the artist

get to the motherfucking stage.

Come on, B-Rabbit.

Let him up.

You good?

Choose.

Heads.

You got it.

I'll go first

against this choke artist.

FUTURE:
You got enough confidence.

Do your thing! Forty-five seconds.

Spin that sh*t!

[Beat begins]

LC:
Free World, nigga.

[Rapping] I'll tell you something

Check this out

This guy's a choke artist

You catch a bad one

You better off shootin' yourself

with Papa Doc's handgun

Climbing up this mountain

You're weak

I leave you lost without a paddle

Floating up sh*t's creek

You ain't Detroit, I'm the D

You the New Kid on the Block

'Bout to get smacked

back to the boondocks

F***ing Nazi,

your squad ain't your type

Take some real advice

Form a group with Vanilla Ice

What I tell you,

you better use it

This guy's a hillbilly

This ain't Willie Nelson music

Trailer trash

I'll choke you to your last breath

Have you look foolish like

Cheddar Bob when he shot himself

Silly Rabbit,

I know why you called that

You follow Future

Like he got carrots up his ass crack

When you acted up,

You got jacked up

Left stupid like Tina Turner

when she got smacked up

I'll crack your shoulder blade

You'll drop so hard

Elvis'll turn in his grave

I don't know why

they let you out in the dark?

Take your white ass

across 8 Mile to the trailer park

[Audience roars]

FUTURE:
Okay, okay.

Very nice, very nice.

Let me get the mike.

Pretty good. Hip-hop 101.

Bunny Rabbit, it's your turn, baby.

Forty-five seconds.

Let this motherf***er feel it!

DJ, spin that sh*t!

[Background beat begins]

[Audience booing]

Come on, Rabbit!

Don't choke this time.

All right, look.

HECKLER:
He's choking!

JIMMY:
[Rapping] Hey, yo

This guy raps

like his parents jerked him

He sounds like Erick Sermon

The generic version

This crowd looks suspicious

It's all dudes here,

except for these b*tches

So I'm a German, eh?

That's okay

You look like a f***in' worm

with braids

These Leadaz Of Tha Free World

rookies

Lookie

How can six d*cks be pussies?

Talkin' about sh*t's creek?

You could be up piss creek

with paddles, this deep

You're still gonna sink

You're a disgrace

Yeah, they call me Rabbit

This is a turtle race

He can't get with me,

spittin' this sh*t

Wickedly lickin' these shots

To spiggy, spiggity

split lickety

Now I'm gonna turn around

with a great smile

And walk my white ass

back across 8 Mile

[Audience cheering]

FUTURE:
Say no more!

That's what I'm talking about.

It's unanimous!

Bunny Rabbit goes to the next round!

Lyckety, tell your momma

I'll be over later.

She can save me a plate.

LIL' TIC:
You killed him. Good sh*t.

FUTURE:
That's what I'm saying.

Hold up, hold up.

Next up, we got...

Ox and Strike.

Come to the stage, motherfuckers.

Yo, Rabbit!

[Laid-back hip-hop music]

FUTURE:
Okay, B-Rabbit. Call it.

JIMMY:
Heads.

Heads. Choose.

Lotto, it's on you, baby. You first.

LOTTO:
Don't matter.

FUTURE:
DJ, spin that sh*t!

[Background beat begins]

CHEDDAR:
He's always taking his shirt off.

LOTTO:
I'm gonna smash this bastard.

Free World

in the motherfuckin' house.

It's time to get rid of this coward

once and for all.

I'm sick of this motherf***er.

PAPA DOC:
Rip him, Lotto! Rip him, baby!

[Lotto clearing throat]

[Rapping] I'll spit a racial slur, honky

Sue me

This sh*t is a horror flick

But the black guy

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