Straight Outta Compton Page #18

B86 INT. AUDIO ACHIEVEMENTS STUDIO - DAY B86

Ren and Yella enter to find Eazy on the mixing board, more

than a little out of his element. They look at one another,

confused -- Clearly, something’s up.

REN:

Everything cool, E?

92.

No response. Eazy just keeps poking around on the board...

YELLA:

Yo where Dre at anyway -

EAZY:

Man, f*** Dre.

They’ve finally got Eazy’s undivided but heated attention.

YELLA:

Whatchu mean?

EAZY:

Why don’t y’all ask him.

REN:

F*** you talkin’ about? He comin’

or not -

EAZY:

That nigga quit. So nah, he ain’t

comin’. But f*** it, we gonna keep

this sh*t movin’. Don’t need that

punk anyway...

Disbelief washes across Ren and Yella’s faces as we -

C86 INT. CAN AM STUDIOS - DAY C86

Suge grits on a cigar sitting next to Dre who’s at the mixing

board working on the track to “Deep Cover”.

SUGE:

This sh*t sounds good.

DRE:

None of this means anything, while

I'm under contract with Ruthless.

SUGE:

Don’t worry about that. I promise

you that I’ll get you out of your

contracts.

Dre gets back to the work at hand as -

Warren G and SNOOP DOGG burst into the studio. Snoop Dog is

dressed head to toe in blue.

SNOOP:

What’s up, Cuz.

93.

Snoop greets everyone around the room pounding each and every

person. To the surprise and dismay to the room full of bloods

especially Suge Knight.

SUGE:

Yo who the f***’s this, Warren?

WARREN G:

My bad.

SNOOP:

Snoop Doggy Dog, Cuz. Who are you?

The Bloods around the room are tripping on Snoop. Before it

escalates, Dre gets up, greets Snoop properly.

DRE:

Glad y’all came by. Your demo was

tight.

SNOOP:

Thanks, Dre.

DRE:

Well listen, I’m workin’ on a track

for this movie called “Deep Cover.”

I want you to get down on it.

SNOOP:

For real?

Dre smiles back at Snoop: Yup, for real.

SNOOP (CONT’D)

Oh hell yeah...

Snoop walks into the booth, puts on some headphone’s as we -

86 INT. EAZY’S HOUSE - NIGHT 86

The PHONE RINGS. Eazy answers --

EAZY:

Hello?

SUGE (FILTERED)

We need to talk about them

contracts.

EAZY:

Talk to Jerry.

94.

SUGE (FILTERED)

Don’t wanna talk to Jerry. It’s

your company. You’re the man.

Eazy doesn’t say a word, considering, deeply conflicted.

SUGE (FILTERED) (CONT’D)

Come by the studio. We’ll be here

all night. Just workin’. We just

wanna squash this. Make it right

for you.

87 EXT. S.O.L.A.R. STUDIOS - LOS ANGELES - LATE NIGHT 87

Parked across the street, Eazy looks at the building, not

happy about it. Enemy territory. He opens up his STASH BOX in

a hidden panel below the radio. There’s a PISTOL inside. He

reaches in, puts his hand around it. Hesitates, hearing -

A DISTANT POLICE SIREN. Pulls his hand away, leaves the

piece. He hops out of the car, walks toward -

88 INT. S.O.L.A.R. STUDIOS - STUDIO - MINUTES LATER 88

Eazy enters the Studio, sees only SUGE sitting there, smoking

a cigar, petting his DOG. He comes further into the room,

peeks around, looking for -

EAZY:

Where the hell is Dre? You said

he’d be here --

SUGE:

Don’t worry about Dre. (beat) Truth

be told, he ain’t got nothing to do

with this right here.

Suge pulls out a sheaf of papers, and a pen.

SUGE (CONT’D)

Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re

gonna sign these. Releasing Dre and

The D.O.C. from Ruthless.

EAZY:

Whatever homie. You think I’m

signing that sh*t, you crazier then

I thought. I’m out --

Eazy just laughs, heads for the door. But before he gets

there, it OPENS, revealing -

A LARGE DUDE wearing Blood-Red. He enters the studio, crosses

his arms. A massive barrier.

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SUGE:

Naw. I think you gonna stay awhile.

SLAM! Eazy SPINS to see TWO MORE BLOODS entering through a

side door. One of them holds a metal BASEBALL BAT. The other

has a SHOTGUN dangling at his side.

Eazy now realizes he’s just walked into a straight-up buzz-

saw. But he shows no fear. He puffs his chest out.

EAZY:

F*** you, Suge. I ain't scared of

none you niggas, cuzz!

Suge just stares at Eazy a long uncomfortable while.

SUGE:

You can talk tough all you want--

but this ain't no record.

(heart attack serious)

Don’t make me change you, Eric

Wright.

EAZY:

The f*** is that supposed to mean?

SUGE:

These niggas will take something

from you that you can't get back.

BLOOD:

Just let me murder this Crab, Suge.

Suge stands, eyes cold, black, as the THUGS moves behind

Eazy.

SUGE:

Naw. That's too easy.

(to Eazy)

I got a whole night planned for you

if you don't sign them release

forms.

Eazy’s eyes shoot to the Blood, back to Suge.

SUGE (CONT’D)

It could happen quick, Eric. Or it

could take a long, long time. You

better choose right. Because you

know where I come from. This

Bompton nigga!

EAZY’S FACE can’t hide his fear anymore. Or his anger.

96.

EAZY:

(so quiet, to himself)

Dirty mothafucka...

WHAP! A large HAND falls on Eazy’s SHOULDER -- pushing him

hard down in a chair.

89 EXT. JERRY’S HOUSE - BACK YARD - LATER 89

Eazy sits slumped in a chair, drinking a beer next to the

pool. His eyes look hard, flat, broken somehow -

CLICK! THERE’S A GUN TO HIS HEAD, revealing -

JERRY, in his BATHROBE looking freaked out, holding the gun.

He immediately LOWERS it.

JERRY:

Jesus Christ, Eric. You can’t

just... I thought you were -

But Eazy isn’t rattled at all. He just sits there, blank.

JERRY (CONT’D)

Are yo okay? Eric. Why don’t we go

inside? All right? Come on...

Jerry helps Eazy out of the chair, ushering him into -

90 INT. JERRY’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER 90

Eazy follows Jerry into the kitchen as Jerry pulls some

leftovers from the fridge. Slides them over to Eazy. But Eazy

isn’t interested. Instead, he pulls out a bag of weed. Rolls

a joint, lights it. Takes a long drag -- Exhales a lot more

than just smoke...

JERRY:

Hey. You gotta tell me what’s going

on. I can tell when something’s --

Eazy leans on the counter. Finally looks at Jerry.

EAZY:

I gotta kill that mothafucka, Suge. I

just wanted you to know that sh*t’s

about to get thick around here.

JERRY:

You’re not gonna do that.

EAZY:

I didn't come over here to ask you

-I came to tell you.

(MORE)

97.

EAZY (CONT'D)

You the one that wanted to be down

with this gangsta sh*t. So here we

go.

JERRY:

You do that, it’s gonna ruin

everything we’ve built --

Eazy suddenly SNAPS into intense anger -

EAZY:

I have to do it! This is the

streets, muthafucka! I don’t have a

choice! He came at me! He came at

us. We don’t hit back, it’s over!

Done! Put a fork in this sh*t!

Jerry closes his eyes, takes a breath. Tries to keep his tone

relaxed, so that he can, in turn, relax Eazy.

JERRY:

Eric. Listen to me. I never said we

won’t hit back. But this isn’t

Compton. We don’t hit back with

bullets. We do it with lawyers. We

drain those a**holes.

Eazy calms down a little bit.

EAZY:

I don’t care about the money,

Jerry. Ain’t about the money.

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