Straight Outta Compton Page #10

Dre laughs. Misses his baby brother.

DRE (INTO PHONE)

Oh, you wanna partake in some of

those fat asses, huh.

TYREE (INTO PHONE)

You know it!

DRE (INTO PHONE)

So what you think moms will say

about you comin’ on tour?

Tyree’s silence is telling.

DRE (INTO PHONE)(CONT’D)

Exactly. ‘Cause you got school and

you know she won’t let you miss

that many days.

TYREE (INTO PHONE)

You did.

50.

DRE (INTO PHONE)

Exactly my point.

TYREE (INTO PHONE)

So I’m paying for your sh*t?

DRE (INTO PHONE)

How it is, T. Youngest always do.

Tyree deflates...

DRE (INTO PHONE) (CONT’D)

How moms doin’? Is she there?

TYREE (INTO PHONE)

She good, but nah, you know her,

constantly workin’.

DRE (INTO PHONE)

Well make sure you take care of

her, aiight? I’ll tell you what,

you stay your ass outta trouble and

I’ll call you when I’m on the way

to Miami-- we'll see about getting

you on a flight.

TYREE (INTO PHONE)

(perks up)

Aiight, man... You promise, Dre!

DRE (INTO PHONE)

I got you. Just bring a lot of

rubbers.

Dre and Tyree have a nice laugh together.

Suddenly there’s a BANGING at Dre’s FRONT DOOR -

DRE (INTO PHONE) (CONT’D)

Hold on a second, somebody at the --

CLICK. TYREE’S GONE. Dre sets the phone down. Walks to the

door. OPENS it to find --

A BIG DUDE, standing outside, looking PISSED!

BIG DUDE:

Yeah nigga, I'm looking for my girl

Felicia. Heard she was up here in

one of these rooms.

DRE:

No Felicia in here, man.

51.

Dre starts closing the door, and the DUDE jams his BOOT in,

stopping Dre from closing the door.

BIG DUDE:

Mind if I take a look?

DRE:

Get your foot out my door --

Big Dude pulls up his SHIRT, PISTOL poking out of his

waistband -- Dre SHOVES him back and SLAMS the door! Quickly

OPENS the DOOR to the adjacent room where -

47pt3 ON THE OTHER SIDE 47pt3

There’s a PARTY going on. EAZY, CUBE and REN are all partying

with GIRLS, most of whom aren’t wearing any shirts. Titties

are everywhere, booze flowing freely.

YELLA’s in the middle, F***ING A GIRL on one of the beds.

DRE:

Yo! Any of y’all named Felicia?

All the GIRLS shake their heads.

YELLA:

(to the girl under him)

Hey baby. You Felicia?

GIRL:

You forgot my name, muthafucka?

She looks pissed, but they keep on f***ing anyway.

DRE:

I think her man’s outside. And that

nigga strapped.

Eyes wide, Eazy quickly pulls the GUN DUFFEL out from under

one of the beds, unzips it, fishes through and pulls out an

AK.

YELLA:

Whoa! Eazy, you can’t be blastin

inside the hotel --

But Eazy just grins, heads for the door. Opens it, PEEPS out

through the crack --

EAZY:

Hey, you lookin’ for Felicia?

52.

BIG DUDE is still out there, standing about 15 feet away,

with TWO OTHER similarly-large DUDES.

BIG DUDE:

She in there or what?

EAZY:

Yeah, she's in here. Problem is, my

homeboy’s got his dick in her

mouth.

Big Dude scowls, rests his hand on the butt of his pistol.

BIG DUDE:

What the f*** did you say?

BACK INSIDE, Ren overhears this. Tosses a GIRL off his lap,

grabs his 9mm from the table, C*CKS it -

IN THE HALLWAY, Eazy steps FULLY out of his room -- RACKS the

AK and AIMS IT RIGHT AT THE 3 DUDES --

EAZY:

How bad you want Felicia now?

The DUDES gape at Eazy a moment, then SCATTER, disappearing

down the hallway. Eazy LAUGHS his ass off as Ren bolts out,

9mm in hand, ready for anything --

REN:

Where they go?

But the coast is clear. Eazy keeps laughing. Heads back

inside as we -

A48 OMITTED A48

48 INT. HOTEL - LOBBY - DAY 48

Cube, Dre, Yella, Ren and D.O.C. stroll through, carrying

bags of McDonalds. Cube’s eyes drift over to the fancy FOURSTAR

RESTAURANT across from the lobby where he can see Jerry

and Eazy at a table inside, enjoying a lavish meal.

CUBE:

Meet y’all upstairs.

Cube heads for the restaurant -

49 INT. HOTEL - RESTAURANT - CONTINUOUS 49

ON THE BAR TV, NANCY REAGAN’s concerned face fills the

screen.

53.

NANCY REAGAN:

For the sake of our children, I

implore each of you to be

unyielding and inflexible in your

opposition to drugs. Our young

people are helping us lead the way.

Not long ago in Oakland,

California, I was asked by a group

of children what to do if they were

offered drugs. And I answered, just

say no.

AT A TABLE NEARBY, Jerry and Eazy devour steaks and lobster,

sipping champagne.

JERRY:

(concerned)

Another one called-- said she was

pregnant by you too. Eric, you

gotta slow down. You can't f***'em

all...

EAZY:

Yeah, I know.

(Deep breathe)

All these chicks want is money. If

I was broke, they're wouldn't even

be calling.

JERRY:

Yeah well, you start making a

little money, problems come with

it.

EAZY:

White people problems?

JERRY:

Money problems are race neutral.

But I’ll help you through all of

it. I’ll put you in touch with -

Jerry’s distracted by the sight of Cube marching towards the

table, bag of McDonald’s still in hand. Smiles up at him.

Eazy doesn’t make eye contact.

JERRY (CONT’D)

Evening, Cube...

CUBE:

What's the deal on them contracts,

Jerry? I'm still waitin’ on 'em...

54.

EAZY:

Man, stop asking about them f***in'

contract. They're coming -

JERRY:

It’s all right, Eric. Cube’s right

to ask, and I’m remiss in not

updating you guys.

(to Cube)

Contracts are being finalized as we

speak. Truth is, attorneys will

bleed you dry going over ‘em. Wish

I was paid by the hour...

CUBE:

Yeah me too. I just like to know

what’s goin’ on. Since I wrote a

lot of lyrics on this record.

JERRY:

Everybody knows how important you

are, Cube. Just give us a little

more time.

Cube glances at Eazy, who’s like a statue. Cube picks up

Eazy’s champagne glass, drains it, sets it back down.

CUBE:

Sh*t’s pretty good. Someday, huh?

With that, he turns and walks out. Jerry watches him go.

Then, to no one in particular:

JERRY:

He wants to be you so freaking bad.

This kid has issues. At some point,

you gotta trust somebody...

But Eazy’s not paying attention. Waving to a passing waiter:

EAZY:

Waiter! Another round over here...

50 EXT. OPEN ROAD - NIGHT 50

The NWA tour bus blurs by, a prism of light and speed -

51 INT. TOUR BUS - MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, USA - NIGHT 51

Cube and Dre speak in hushed tones, everyone else asleep.

55.

DRE:

Nah, I think you over reacting.

Eazy’s one of us, Cube. What you

thinking don't even make sense -

CUBE:

Know what don’t make sense? Eazy

chillin’ with Jerry eatin’ steak

and lobster while we at Mickey D’s.

That sh*t don’t make sense.

DRE:

Look, I hear that, but I think we

should ride this wave. Don’t be

jumpin’ to conclusions until you

know for sure,

WE HEAR a FAINT VIBRATING SOUND. Dre realizes it’s his PAGER.

Grabs it off his bed. Sees that he’s missed TWELVE PAGES. AND

EVERY SINGLE ONE IS LABELED “9-1-1.” Instinct in overdrive,

he hurries to the FRONT of the bus, tells the DRIVER -

DRE (CONT’D)

We gotta stop. Gotta get somewhere

with a phone --

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