Straight Outta Compton Page #20

The MUSIC IS BUMPIN'! There’s a party going on somewhere in

this house, but not in this room. We're close up on a pair of

blue Chuck Taylors with a pair Dickies and boxers draped on

them. As we pull back, we realize that some LUCKY BASTARD is

GETTING HEAD from a SEXY WOMAN with nice curves.

As we pull back further, we can't even see who the Lucky

Bastard is because another AMAZING FEMALE is sitting on his

face, MOANING and smoking a blunt. Just as we attempt to

register what's going on --

We track another SPECTACULAR FEMALE in a two-piece bikini.

She grabs the blunt from her, hits it and walks out to the

balcony. She blows out the smoke and passes it to one of the

HOMIES who's already rolling up more blunts from the pound of

weed sitting on the table in front of him.

From there we crane down, passing the DJ rig on the second

floor balcony. Even the DJ has GIRLS around him, a blunt in

his mouth, and a drink in his hand.

We crane down further to the bottom floor where MORE GIRLS in

BIKINIS get sprayed by GUYS with SUPER SOAKERS and CHAMPAGNE

BOTTLES. It’s an impromptu "wet T-shirt" contest.

As we pull back across the pool, a few more TOPLESS GIRLS

jump in and we realize we're at one of those famous Dr.

Dre/Death Row pool parties. People everywhere. Sex in the

air. Freezer-bags stuffed with high-grade weed are being

passed out to everybody by Snoop Dogg himself.

We catch a glimpse of two nice looking LADIES walking over to

the bar. We will come to know one of them as NICOLE. But

first-

IN THE GAZEBO, we find Dre smoking a blunt and playing

DOMINOES with D.O.C., laughing, blowing off some much-needed

steam. Until -

Dre’s eyes settle on Nicole, who’s different from the rest.

She’s not drunk, or dancing, or flirting. She’s beautiful,

but in an understated way. When her friend gets up and walks

away, Nicole turns, like she senses Dre’s gaze. Looks right

at him, with clear, bright, but wary eyes. He heads over -

104.

DRE:

You look like you're ready to go.

NICOLE:

(smiles)

I'm just waiting on my friend. I

knew I should've drove.

DRE:

You're not having fun?

NICOLE:

Oh no, it was fun. I had a lot of

fun. But now it's starting to get a

little wild.

DRE:

Yeah, it does get crazy around here

sometimes.

(extending his hand)

Hi, I’m Andre.

WOMAN (NICOLE)

I know.

(shaking his hand)

I’m Nicole.

DRE:

Hey Nicole, why don’t you come over

here with me and kick it for a

while til your friend gets back.

She considers a moment. Then -

NICOLE:

I don't know, maybe another time

and another place. But not now.

And with that, a visibly tipsy Warren G walks over, trying to

dump some USED COALS out of a kettle-style GRILL -

WARREN G:

Yo Dre, we're can I dump this sh*t?

DRE:

Do it look like I give a f*** right

now? Can't you see I'm tryin’ to

make a Love Connection?

NICOLE:

No, he's trying make a friend

connection.

105.

WARREN G:

Aiight, regulate that sh*t!

Warren G staggers off with the hot coals. They smile at

Warren's walk off.

DRE:

A friend connection?

NICOLE:

Speaking of friends, I need to go

find mine before she gets too lost.

DRE:

You want me to help you?

NICOLE:

No, seems like you need to get back

to your game. I'll talk to you

later.

She gets up and heads off leaving Dre with a big smile on his

face. As she goes -

DRE:

I'mma find you, Nicole!

She turns. Smiles back. Disappears into the party. But it’s

clear he’s crushing hard on this girl.

99 PATIO - MOMENTS LATER 99

The PARTY is still going strong but we see some underlying

tension developing.

On one side, we have SNOOP’S CREW -- many of them straight-up

Long Beach Rollin 20's CRIPS. While Suge’s crew, on the other

side, are various Compton BLOODS.

SNOOP is FREESTYLING for a small GROUP gathered around him,

blowing all their minds --

SNOOP:

FREESTYLE TBD...

Snoop STOPS mid-flow, and STARES, wide-eyed, at the HOUSE -

SNOOP (CONT’D)

What the fuhhhh -

Everyone TURNS! GIRLS IMMEDIATELY START SCREAMING because -

DRE’S HOUSE IS ON FIRE! Huge orange FLAMES lick up the

siding, spreading quickly. BLACK SMOKE pours into the sky!

106.

Everybody SCATTERS, tripping over each other, falling on the

lawn, because let’s not forget everyone is WASTED.

Find DRE, watching the flames, almost hypnotized by them,

because it doesn’t seem real. Warren G staggers up beside

him, watching on, eyes like saucers.

WARREN G:

Your house is on fire.

DRE:

Yeah. (beat) Sh*t’s crazy, right.

WARREN G:

Maybe I shouldn't have thrown them

coals in the trash.

Dre suddenly snaps out of it. Because -

DRE:

MY F***IN’ MASTERS!

Against all logic, Dre storms INTO THE BURNING HOUSE as the

SOUNDS of DISTANT SIRENS ring out -

100 INT. CAN AM STUDIOS - OFFICE - DAY 100

Dre and Suge talk in a corner of the studio. Voices low.

DRE:

What do you mean that everyone is

passing on this record?

SUGE:

What do you think?

Dre shakes his head.

SUGE (CONT’D)

They all turned it down. “Too many

live instruments. It’s not hip-

hop.”

DRE:

It’s not hip-hop? Sh*t, it's the

future. Ain't no more money in

sampling everythang.

SUGE:

This guy has a lot of money. This

is the only shot we got.

DRE:

Okay, shoot.

107.

As they walk to the other side of the studio we WIDEN TO

REVEAL JIMMY IOVINE. He’s older and white, wearing glasses

with a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.

JIMMY:

(extends his hand)

Jimmy Iovine. Interscope Records.

It’s nice to meet you. Dre or Dr

Dre. What should I call you?

DRE:

Dre’s cool. How are you doing? I

heard John McClain gave you my

album. What did you think?

Jimmy smiles.

JIMMY IOVINE:

I think it was great.

(beat)

So, you’re the artist on this

record. Who produced it?

DRE:

I did.

JIMMY IOVINE:

Who engineered it?

DRE:

I did.

JIMMY IOVINE:

Listen. I don’t know anything about

hip hop. And to be honest with you,

I don’t necessarily care for it.

But I know this is special.

The word special resonates with Dre. He nods.

DRE:

Thank you.

SUGE:

We'd love to bring it to

Interscope. But there’s a problem.

JIMMY IOVINE:

What’s the problem?

SUGE:

Ruthless. Lawsuits.

(beat)

Contracts.

108.

JIMMY IOVINE:

How about this. Give me three

weeks. But I don’t want to hear any

bullshit about you shopping it

anywhere else. If you do that. I

believe I can get you out of this

mess. Sound good?

Suge smiles.

101 EXT. LOS ANGELES - DAY 101

A sprawling city of orphans, calm before the storm.

SUPERIMPOSE:
APRIL 29, 1992

JERRY (PRE-LAP)

Eazy. You may wanna see this.

102 INT. JERRY’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS 102

Jerry turns the volume up as Eazy plops down on the couch

beside him -

TOM BROKAW (V.O.)

... a stunning verdict of “not

guilty” for the L.A. Four today in

Simi Valley...

PUSH IN CLOSE ON EAZY, seeing the verdict.

JERRY (O.S.)

Sorry...

EAZY:

Sorry? We all ought to be sorry...

(then)

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