Straight Outta Compton Page #23

(to off duty cops)

And what the f*** ya’ll doing

here?!

Cop raises the glass.

DRE (CONT’D)

Really, ok...

120.

SUGE:

(laughing)

Who f***in' sh*t up! You trippin.

We can do anything we want to do.

We started this sh*t. This is us.

DRE:

Nah, Nigga. Death Row is us.

(pointing around)

This other sh*t -- is you!

Suge’s Goons get in position.

GOON #1

Better watch ya mouth, Blood.

DRE:

’Tha f*** you talking too?

GOON #2

(dismissive)

Nigga, you ain't nothing but a

producer around here.

DRE:

What the f***?!!!

This sends Dre into orbit. He goes after Blood #1. The whole

conference room jumps in between them -- keeping these two

human pit bulls from scrappin'. Everybody jumps but Suge who

amused by the whole thing -- puffs on his cigar. Dre is being

held back by the Off Duties. While Goon #1 is being held back

by Goon #2 and a few others. World War III averted for now.

DRE (CONT’D)

Get the f*** off me.

Dre breaks free and storms out.

SUGE:

Man don’t even trip off this

muthafucka. What he going to do?

Where he going to go?

113pt2 TESTAROSA 113pt2

And just sits there, seething. Reaches in the back seat,

grabs a bottle of Hennessey. Takes a swig... Then -

A sudden look of determination washes over him. He TEARS out

into the street, tires SQUEALING -- ERRRR!

121.

PASSING CARS, swerving, Dre punches the gas, RPMs maxed out.

Shifts, flying through an intersection -- the needle passes

100mph. Keeps going, loving the release, the control...

A POLICE CRUISER, coming the opposite direction, spots Dre’s

Testarosa -- In a flash, they bang a U-turn, peeling so fast,

smoke clouds the night air -

ON DRE, distant police lights now strobing off of his face

from the rear view mirror. F***! Thinking fast, he switches

off his headlights. Hits the gas, needle bottoming-out!

As he reaches the next intersection, Dre makes a hard left --

SCREECHES to a stop, tucking into a spot along the side of

the road. Shuts off his car. Waits, breathing fast, as -

DRE (TO HIMSELF)

Come on, come on, come --

THE POLICE CRUISER barrels around the corner -- SLAMS THE

BRAKES! Two LAPD OFFICERS fling open their doors, guns

leveled at Dre’s car!

Eyes wide, adrenaline coursing through his veins, chest

heaving, Dre grits his teeth. He’s stuck... and he knows it.

LAPD OFFICER 1 (VIA LOUDSPEAKER)

Driver! Put your hands out of your

window where we can see them! Now!

Dre complies, reaches his hands out of his window.

The two officers carefully approach, guns at the ready.

OFFICER 2 slaps the cuffs on Dre, regret immediately

registering on his face as we -

SMASH CUT TO:

114 EXT. JAIL - PASADENA - ESTABLISHING - DAY 114

Nicole hops out of her car and hurries into -

115 INT. JAIL - VISITING AREA - DAY 115

Dre and NICOLE sit across from each other, Plexiglas between

them, talking via phone receivers.

NICOLE:

Anybody else been here to see you,

your so-called friends at Death

Row?

122.

DRE:

Nope. You’re the only one I wanna

see anyway.

She surveys him, pain in his eyes.

NICOLE:

112 days? That doesn’t even make

sense.

DRE:

Yeah, well... That’s what happens

when you violate your probation.

They sit there, just being in the awkward, contrived moment.

NICOLE:

You got one phone call and you

called me?

DRE:

‘Cause you were right. Only other

person that tells it to me like it

is-- is my moms. So I know you

care.

She looks at him, nods, dabs at her wet eyes.

DRE (CONT’D)

I f***ed up. But I’ve had a lot of

time to think in here, and I

promise you, things are gonna be

different from now on.

That lies there a minute. Then -

NICOLE:

You take care of yourself, Andre.

She stands, heads away... And we see the reflexive

disappointment on Dre’s face before...

116 INT. EAZY’S NORWALK HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT 116

Tomica and Eazy lie in bed together. He stares at the

ceiling, and she runs her hand soothingly down his arm.

EAZY:

I feel like I don’t know what I’m

doin’ anymore. I don’t even know

where the money’s going.

Tomica props herself up on her elbow, looks at him.

123.

TOMICA:

I can help, you know. Show me the

files, the bills, the contracts. I

know the business, I know how it

all works. Let me look. Baby, if

you’re feelin’ this way, Jerry’s

not doin’ right by you.

Eazy puts his arm around her, pulls her close. They both lie

there a little longer, just breathing.

EAZY:

Okay. After New York. Workin’ on

that International Distribution

with Sony. Jerry don’t know about

that. I wanna keep it that way.

Tomica nods, smiles. Encouraged he has a plan again.

117 EXT. NEW YORK CITY - CHELSEA - NIGHT 117

Establish MANHATTAN, in winter, after hours. Dirty snow on

the sidewalks. Cold-as-sh*t wind blowing off the Hudson. A

line of CLUB KIDS on the 12th Avenue sidewalk, in front of

the massive brick edifice of the legendary --

118 INT. TUNNEL NIGHTCLUB - VIP - NIGHT 118

ICE CUBE sits in a BOOTH, surrounded by friends, label-execs,

and hangers-on. It’s pretty clear that Cube is a huge

celebrity at this point. He even has some big, unsmiling

THUGS (The Lench Mob) standing close.

Cube, mid-conversation, suddenly STOPS talking... Because he

SEES that EAZY-E is entering the VIP with 2 HUGE SAMOANS,

making his way over.

CUBE:

(to his crew)

Heads up y'all. This lil nigga

might wanna do something.

Cube stands up -- ready for whatever.

Eazy and his Bodyguards arrives at the booth. There’s a tense

silence -- almost a stand off before anyone speaks. Everybody

looks to them, seeing how they're gonna react. After all,

these two have dissed each other, ferociously and publicly,

for years. Still, Eazy gives Cube a friendly, vaguely

submissive smile.

EAZY:

Relax everybody. Just came in the

club-- heard you were over here.

124.

CUBE:

(Still ready)

Yeah. I'm over here. (beat) What

you need?

EAZY:

I don't need sh*t. Out here with

Bone Thugs-- Was just in the

neighborhood. Wanted to say wassup.

The tension between the sides eases up a bit, but not

completely. They both stand there, neither sure what to say

to the other.

EAZY (CONT’D)

Saw your movie. It was good.

Cube slowly smiles. Knows that wasn’t easy for Eazy.

CUBE:

Thought you said it was an after-

school special.

They both smile, laugh. Give each other a pound. In truth,

they missed each other. Homie hug.

EAZY:

Missed you, boy.

CUBE:

Missed you too, E. Wish we could've

work sh*t out.

EAZY:

Guess it all happened like it was

supposed to. You a movie star-- I'm

a music mogul. Dre. Well Dre is

tripping right now, but he's doing

his thang. Just wanted to come over

here and put something on your

mind..

Cube is curious.

119 INT. TUNNEL NIGHTCLUB - VIP - AFTER HOURS 119

The club has mostly emptied out. Only a few die-hards remain

as we find Cube and Eazy slumped over their table, loose with

alcohol. The vibe is cool, friendly, like the old days. But

we notice Eazy has a subtle, persistent COUGH...

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