Straight Outta Compton Page #24

EAZY:

I wish all that bullshit never

happen between us.

(MORE)

125.

EAZY (CONT'D)

Definitely never wanted it to get

physical-- we should've kept it on

wax.

CUBE:

Never should've dissed each other

in the first place. Made our fans

choice between us. That ain't cool.

EAZY:

Yeah you right.

(After a few beats)

Ever though we was going to be this

big?

CUBE:

Nope. I was reminiscing with my

wife the other day. What it felt

like-- In the beginning. We were so

young and ferocious. Doing music

straight for the hood. Trying to be

ghetto stars... I thought I knew

everything back then -- But I

didn’t know sh*t.

EAZY:

Me neither. I'm still trying to

figure this stuff out. One minute

I'm slangin' in a crack house --

next thing I know, they invite me

to the White House.

Cube laughs, shakes his head.

CUBE:

Yeah. I get it. Everything changes

so fast. Feels like it was 20 years

ago. If we were still together do

you know how large we'd be?

They both sit there, thinking about that sh*t, amazed.

EAZY:

You ever think about f***in’ with

some new NWA sh*t?

Cube frowns, contemplates for a moment.

CUBE:

I’d be lyin’ if I said I never

thought about it.

Eazy’s eyes flash. That’s what he was hoping to hear.

126.

EAZY:

Me too, Cube. Been thinkin’ about

it a lot. (beat) Be like 1989

again. We changed the world

forever. Mothafuckas can never go

back to that fake sh*t after us. It

gets no realer then NWA. No matter

what...

After a quick thought.

CUBE:

If you can get Dre to do it, I’m

in. But check this out homie-- I

ain’t doin’ it if Jerry’s around.

He done made enough off us.

EAZY:

I hear you.

An EMPLOYEE walks by, pushing a broom, glaring at them. It’s

time to go. They both stand up.

CUBE:

Cool. We done talked til the damn

club closed -- I got a car coming.

You need a ride back to your hotel?

EAZY:

Naw, I’m cool. I wanna walk.

CUBE:

(really?)

Walk? It's cold as f*** Eric, this

ain't L.A.

EAZY:

I'm good. Hit me up later.

Another HUG, this one last a little longer then normal. Eazy

doesn’t say anything else. Just heads for the exit, without

looking back. Cube watches him go off into the cold night...

120 EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - NIGHT 120

Eazy walks back to his hotel in the freezing cold, his hands

jammed in his pockets. The wind blows mercilessly. Eazy is

shivering like crazy. But he keeps walking.

It’s a longer walk than he thought. He tries to hail a cab,

but of course, none stop. He keeps trudging along, his breath

making clouds, through the lonesome pre-dawn City -

127.

121 EXT. JAIL - DAY 121

Dre emerges from the JAIL, shielding his eyes from the

suddenly-blinding SUNSHINE. Interestingly, this is the SECOND

TIME we’ve seen him get picked up from jail.

NICOLE is there, waiting by her car. He wraps her in his

arms, and they stand that way, together, for a long time.

122 INT. JERRY’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY 122

Jerry has the PAPERS on the counter for Eazy’s signature. But

something’s different this time. Eazy doesn’t just sign.

Instead, he starts GATHERING the papers into a pile.

JERRY:

Wait, aren’t you gonna sign --

EAZY:

I’mma take these home with me. I’ll

sign 'em. Get'em back to you in a

couple days.

Jerry looks alarmed.

JERRY:

But this is how we’ve always done it.

You have a lot on your plate Eric,

there’s no need to add to it --

EAZY:

It’s cool, Jerry. They’re my bills,

my checks. I mean look, my name’s

right there.

Eazy grins at Jerry, points to his name on the checks.

JERRY:

I just wish we could do it here. I

don’t want anything to get

misplaced or lost --

EAZY:

Don’t worry so much, Jerry. I can

handle it.

Eazy picks up the pile of papers and heads for the door.

Jerry stares after him, visibly shaken -

123 INT. EAZY’S NORWALK HOUSE - NIGHT 123

Tomica watches on as Eazy finishes READING the immaculately-

organized PAPERS she’s laid out for him. He puts them down.

128.

TOMICA:

You had to know the truth sometime.

Now you do.

EAZY:

Cube tried to warn me. So did Dre.

And I didn’t listen. I f***ed up.

And we stay with Eazy a moment, reeling, pissed....

124 INT. JERRY’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - LATER 124

Eazy walks into their familiar meeting place to find Jerry

slumped at the table.

JERRY:

Where the f*** have you been? I’ve

been calling you --

Jerry glances down at the PAPERS in Eazy’s hand, sees the

flat look on Eazy’s face... and gets it.

JERRY (CONT’D)

So what was it, the groupie? The

executive assistant? Did she even

go to college? Come on. You’re

smarter than that, Eric --

EAZY:

This ain’t about Tomica, Jerry.

It’s about you. And you really

gotta stop acting like you never

did anything wrong.

JERRY:

Look, I know you’re upset. But I’d

strongly advise you to take a

breath, let me look at the

paperwork --

Eric lets out a low, rumbling laugh.

EAZY:

Jerry, for real? You can stop

givin’ me advice. As of, like, now.

I’m getting NWA back together. It’s

happening. But you ain’t gonna have

nothing to do with it this time.

Jerry’s voice starts to RAISE in volume, desperation growing.

JERRY:

Why would you say something like

that? You’re not thinking straight.

(MORE)

129.

JERRY (CONT'D)

I know what’s best for you, and for

Ruthless, and we’ve built a trust

over years of hard work. That trust

is our foundation, Eric.

Eazy laughs again, but this time... the laugh deteriorates

into a ragged, hacking COUGH. Jerry watches, concerned --

JERRY (CONT’D)

Are you okay? You don’t look --

EAZY:

Trust. God damn, that’s a word. Let

me tell you somethin’, Jerry. Trust

is a muthafucka.

Jerry is now full-on YELLING at Eric, who remains calm.

JERRY:

Look, if what I’ve done is so

illegal, why have I never been sued?

I’m such a thief, such a liar, such a

motherf***er, how come nobody’s come

to collect? This is business. This is

how it works. It’s not always pretty,

but all of it, everything I’ve put

into this company, my whole LIFE for

all these years, it’s for you, Eric.

Eazy absorbs this. Then --

EAZY:

You’re fired, Jerry.

Jerry, who is now beet-red, starts to BELLOW with rage --

JERRY:

Goddammit, Eric! This is not how we

do things! This is a business and I

won’t let you --

But Eazy’s already out the door. Enraged, Jerry wipes his arm

across the table sending everything SMASHING onto the floor!

125 INT. DRE’S HOUSE - BACK YARD - DAY 125

Long gone are the days of the infamous Dr. Dre pool parties

as Dre and Nicole relax by the pool. Dre’s huge, early-model

CELL PHONE rings from a table beside him. He picks it up --

DRE:

Hello?

After a short pause, a familiar, gravelly voice comes on.

130.

EAZY’S VOICE

Wassup Andre, it’s Eric.

Dre’s eyes widen. Eazy’s the last person he ever expected to

hear from.

DRE:

Yeah? Wassup wit you?

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