Straight Outta Compton Page #15

JERRY:

Look at him. You think he needs

anymore motivation than that?

EAZY:

Yeah I get it. He drownin’ in

p*ssy. But that don’t mean -

JERRY:

You gotta stop worrying so much.

Let me do the worrying for you.

Fact is, Ren can write just as good

as Cube. Maybe even better. Come

over here a minute --

Eazy follows Jerry to a TABLE where he’s set up a bunch of

CHECKS and PAPERS, and he hands Eazy a PEN.

JERRY (CONT’D)

Need your autograph on these checks

and a few other things. Just sign

right here --

Eazy starts SIGNING, even though his eyes keep drifting over

to the many WOMEN partying. Jerry GRINS, noticing how quickly

Eazy gets distracted.

EAZY:

We done with this sh*t now?

JERRY:

We’re done.

EAZY:

Thanks, Jerry. I’mma go f*** now.

Jerry laughs, slaps Eazy on the back as he walks off, and

stands there enjoying the sunshine, the pretty girls, the

party vibe. His eyes wander to the PORCH, where -

77.

SUGE KNIGHT is standing, smoking a cigar. And Suge is STARING

at Jerry, his expression blank. Almost like he’s studying

Jerry. The old man stops smiling, deeply unsettled. Luckily --

DRE APPROACHES SUGE, breaking the big dawg’s gaze.

DRE:

Wuddup, Suge -- You good?

SUGE:

Are you?

Off Dre’s confused look -

SUGE (CONT’D)

Just figured you might be a bit

f***ed up after hearin’ Cube’s

sh*t.

DRE:

F***ed up about what? I been

bangin’ that sh*t.

D.O.C. Interrupts -D.

O.C.

Wuddup, Dre. There’s some b*tches

up in here, right? (to Suge) Yo,

you take care of that sh*t for me?

SUGE:

I’m on it.

Dre takes notice of the exchange as we -

A74 INT. PRIORITY RECORDS - BRYAN TURNER’S OFFICE - DAY A74

Cube is standing in Bryan Turner’s office, and we can tell,

right off, things are tense.

CUBE:

I’m just tellin’ you what you told

me. If Amerikkka’s Most blew up,

you’d advance me for the follow-up.

That’s what you said.

BRYAN TURNER:

It’s more complicated than that,

Cube, there’s metrics --

CUBE:

Come on, Bryan. I don’t even know

what that means.

(MORE)

78.

CUBE (CONT'D)

Man, I got a kid on the way -- and

I just bought a house on the

strength of what you told me. You

gave me your word.

Bryan stands up, holds his hands out, tries to soothe -

BRYAN TURNER:

Cube. Relax. We’re on the same team

here. I’m your biggest fan --

CUBE:

It’s like this sh*t keeps happenin’

to me, no matter what I do. When

people do the work, they should get

paid. Why you making it seem like

I’m begging for some sh*t that's

technically mine?

BRYAN TURNER:

Of course your not begging -- and

I'm not trying to be difficult.

Cube glances around at all the GOLD and PLATINUM records

adorning the walls in Bryan’s office.

CUBE:

But you can’t help me. That’s what

you’re sayin’.

Bryan puts his hands in his pockets, hangs his head. The

answer is obvious. Cube stares at him a beat, then turns his

back, heads out the door -

BRYAN TURNER:

Cube, wait, Cube, come back -

B74 INT. PRIORITY RECORDS - BRYAN’S OFFICE - LATER B74

Bryan’s still in his office, grinding through some work.

CUBE (O.S.)

Shoulda kept your word, Bryan.

CUBE and THE LENCH MOB (same dudes we saw at Greene Street)

enter, Cube holding a METAL BASEBALL BAT! IN A FLASH, he’s

SMASHING THE F*** OUT OF THE OFFICE. His boys split up, block

Bryan, block the doorway -- no one in, no one out.

BRYAN TURNER:

STOP! STOP! WHAT THE F***, CUBE!??!

79.

Cube SMASHES the GOLD and PLATINUM RECORDS on the WALLS, the

ARTWORK, the GLASS COFFEE TABLE. Pretty much everything else

that’s breakable.

BRYAN TURNER (CONT’D)

FINE! FINE, I’LL GET YOU YOUR

MONEY! JUST STOP!

But Cube keeps on SMASHING, until there’s nothing left to

smash. THE OFFICE IS COMPLETELY DESTROYED.

Cube’s out of breath, but he looks pretty exhilarated. He

drops the bat on the floor, walks out of the decimated

office, followed by the other guys.

Bryan remains standing there, speechless, in shock -

74 INT. AUDIO ACHIEVEMENTS STUDIO - LATER 74

Dre, Eazy, Ren and Yella work on their follow-up album.

D.O.C.’s here, too, drinking gin, straight, buzzing.

IN THE BOOTH, Ren’s recording REAL NIGGAZ...

REN:

... Prisoner like a hostage. You

shoulda covered your muthafuckin’

head like an ostrich. Deep in the

dirt cause you a sucka. And your

ass up high so I can kick the

muthafucka --

Dre watches from the board, uncharacteristically detached.

EAZY:

That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Cube

ain’t sh*t.

DRE:

How you figure? That record’s still

the hottest sh*t out there.

YELLA:

For real. Cube killed it -

EAZY:

That’s why we gotta go hard at him.

We gonna look like some b*tches if

we just take that sh*t.

D.O.C.

Take what? (beat) I don’t know what

the f*** you talkin’ about. I like

that sh*t.

80.

Yella nods, but Dre doesn’t even respond. Just keeps plodding

away on the board as D.O.C. proceeds unsteadily toward the

door, bumping into Eazy on the way -

EAZY:

Man, why you gotta be drunk all the

time? Get your sh*t together.

D.O.C. keeps on walking, barking back:

D.O.C.

Get your own sh*t together, lil

nigga -As

he exits we focus back on the studio. One thing’s clear:

no one’s enjoying themselves anymore.

75 INT. FANCY RESTAURANT - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT 75

Eazy enjoys dinner with a lovely, put-together young woman,

TOMICA. She’s nobody’s groupie. She’s serious, and smart.

TOMICA:

This place is nice. Wow, I didn't

realize this was a real "date"

date. I thought we were just going

out to eat. You bring all your

females here?

EAZY:

Only the special ones. (beat)

Actually I’ve never been here

before, but I heard it’s good.

(Jokingly)

High as it is, it better be.

He smiles. She laughs affably, shakes her head.

TOMICA:

You know I have a job, right?

EAZY:

Excuse me, Miss Record Executive.

TOMICA:

Executive Assistant. Ya know, you

don’t have to impress me. We

could’ve went to Fat Burgers. I

just like hangin with you. You make

me laugh. That’s good enough for

me, you know? We can just chill.

Eazy nods, knows she’s right. His eyes catch a SEXY WOMAN

sashaying past. He SMILES at her, and she SMILES back.

81.

He turns back to Tomica, who just saw the whole thing... but

she’s not mad. She’s grinning confidently, seen it before,

doesn’t sweat stuff like this.

TOMICA (CONT’D)

Yeah, she had a nice ass. But she

might wanna fix those teeth.

Eazy laughs. He knows a lot of women, but it’s no wonder

Tomica’s his favorite.

A76 INT. DRE’S CAR - COMPTON, CA - NIGHT A76

Dre’s bobbing his head to something dope -- HIS CAR PHONE

RINGS. He turns down the music. Answers.

DRE (INTO PHONE)

Wuddup.

In an instant, his face sinks -- He SLAMS the breaks, bangs a

U-Turn and SPEEDS TOWARD -

B76 EXT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT B76

Dre’s CAR jumps up to the curb, in a red zone. He doesn’t

care. He hops out and runs through the sliding front doors.

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