Straight Outta Compton Page #3

Their truck pulls away into traffic.

Cube grab his books, get up to exit the bus along with a few

others, but not before glancing over at the kids, who sit

there sweating, shell-shocked.

Cube shakes his head at the wannabes. No way he’s going out

like that.

11 EXT. SOUTH CENTRAL - DAY 11

Cube walks along the streets, Pee Chee folder and notebooks

in hand, books under his arm as -

11.

We’re given tour of the sights and sounds of South Central.

The pervasive shudder of LAPD CHOPPERS TAUNT OVERHEAD, DOGS

BARKING, as an LAPD SQUAD CAR CRUISES MENACINGLY PAST like a

shark in festive waters.

Up ahead, BLOCK DUDES loiter on a neighbor’s untended grass.

BLOCK DUDE 1

Aw sh*t, here come Doug E. Fresh!

BLOCK DUDE 2

Hell naw, that's Kurtis mothafuckin

Blow. Only rapper with a Jheri

curl.

ICE CUBE:

F*** you niggas. I'm about to go

write a rap about yo’ drunk ass

Momma. That b*tch looks like The

Egyptian Lover.

They smile, give Cube a pound as he passes. Yell after him.

BLOCK DUDE 1

Why you never hang out no more?

BLOCK DUDE 2

I think it’s that Valley school.

Nigga too good for us.

But Cube just smiles, looks back at them -

CUBE:

Nah, I already know how to

gangbang. I'm just tryin’ to learn

how to make some of this white

people money.

BLOCK DUDE 2

I feel you, Cuz. I need some white

people money too.

ICE CUBE:

Well take yo’ ass to school

sometimes.

The Dudes laugh as Cube continues on. Keeps moving.

UP AHEAD, he sees Dre’s DATSUN parked across the street. No

question where Cube’s headed.

12.

A12 INT. JINX’S HOUSE - EVENING A12

Cube walks through the LIVING ROOM, where Dre’s girlfriend,

LAVETTA, is feeding their baby TYRA (2) --

CUBE:

Where Dre at?

She points to the back room.

12 INT. JINX’S HOUSE - JINX’S ROOM - NIGHT 12

JINX’S ROOM, dirty but very hip-hop. JINX, 17, is digging

through a crate of RECORDS, and offering them up to DRE, who

waves most of them away because -

DRE’S IN THE ZONE, doing his thing on the turntables, mixing,

SCRATCHING. And whatever it is sounds DOPE. Next-level sh*t.

Cube enters -- Lets the SONIC ACROBATICS BOOMING from Dre’s

turntables marinate on him a minute.

CUBE:

What you mixin’?

Dre, lost in the music, doesn’t respond -- Jinx holds up two

ALBUM COVERS:
The Ohio Players’ FUNKY WORM and The

Headhunters’ GOD MADE ME FUNKY. Doesn’t make sense, yet -

CUBE (CONT’D)

(blown away)

Ohio Players and the Headhunters..?

(to Dre) That’s the sh*t!

JINX:

Crazy, right!

Dre finally notices Cube’s in front of him -

DRE:

Wuddup, Cube! Got them rhymes?

CUBE:

You know it.

Cube flashes the SHEET OF LYRICS from school at Dre, notices

the trash bag full of clothes on the floor.

CUBE (CONT’D)

Stayin’ a while?

JINX:

Yup. His momma kicked him out for

that mouth.

13.

CUBE:

Man that mouth always gettin’ you

in trouble. We got that in common.

DRE:

Think you ready for Doo-to’s?

CUBE:

Damn straight.

DRE:

‘Cause you know that’s Compton,

right? They got bodybags at the

door.

CUBE:

Ain’t worried about all that. I’mma

come with it.

DRE:

Yeah, you better, ‘cause if your

sh*t ain’t tight, you might end up

in one.

Laughs all around as we -

13 EXT. JINX’S HOUSE - NIGHT 13

A Chevy Caprice cop car, light-bar strobing, has pulled

aggressively onto the curb, all four doors open. CRASH

OFFICERS roughly frisk the Block Dudes, as -

School sh*t in hand, Cube walks past, inconspicuous as

possible. Can’t help but glance at the scene -

CRASH COP 1

The f*** you lookin’ at?

CUBE:

Nothin’. Just goin’ home -

CRASH COP 1

Get over here! Now!

Hesitant, Cube complies. Used to getting jacked by the

police, he assumes the same position the other Block Dudes

are in:
hands on the hood, legs back.

One of the other Crash Cops pulls out his WALKIE -

CRASH COP 2

(into walkie-talkie)

Requesting backup on Van Wick

Street. Gang related -

14.

CUBE:

How you figure we in a gang? ‘Cause

we black?

BAM! Crash Cop 1 shoves Cube against the car, kicking his

legs apart, a hand on the back of his head. Cube’s NOTEBOOKS

hit the pavement -- Get trampled.

CUBE (CONT’D)

Yo watch my notebooks!

CRASH COP 1

Where the rocks at, Cuz?

BLOCK DUDE 1

Ain’t no rocks! Y’all muthafuckas

just fishin’!

WHAM! Crash Cop 2 SLAMS Block Dude 1. Forces him to interlock

his fingers behind his head --

CUBE:

Officer, can you please explain why

you jackin’ us?

CRASH COP 2

We don’t have to explain sh*t!

Block Dude 1 HOWLS in pain as Crash Cop 2 viciously SQUEEZES

his interlocked knuckles. Crash Cop 1 shoots a look to

Uniform Cop 2:
Settle down, dude!

TWO MORE SQUAD CARS SCREECH onto the scene. Four UNIFORMED

POLICE climb out, to make an even bigger deal out of nothing.

Cube’s Dad, HOSIE, appears up on the porch, pissed.

HOSIE JACKSON:

Hey! What the hell’s goin’ on out

here? Those boys all live on this

block!

The Cops ignore him as Cube’s mother, DORIS, appears beside

Hosie, shocked to see her son getting assaulted -

DORIS JACKSON:

(re:
Cube)

Officer, that’s my son!

UNIFORM COP 2

Get back inside, ma’am!

But she starts coming down the steps toward the Cop -- He

UNSNAPS his holster, hand grasping his pistol.

15.

DORIS JACKSON:

I just wanna know what's going on -

The COP jams a FINGER inches away from Doris’ face!

UNIFORM COP 2

Get the F*** BACK INSIDE, Lady, or

I promise I will ruin your night!

Doris’ mouth drops open. The disrespect is incredible.

ICE CUBE:

You ain't gotta talk to my moms

like that, man!

Uniform Cop 1 leans down, WHISPERS to Cube --

UNIFORM COP 1

You think we give a f***? This

LAPD, boy! Crash Unit! We the only

gangstas around here!

WIDE SHOT:
Cube, his parents, and the Block Dudes helpless,

held hostage in their own neighborhood. After every pocket is

turned out, body patted down and rights violated -

UNIFORM COP 2

All right, they check out. We got

cards on all of ‘em already.

(to Cube and Co.)

Stay out of trouble.

The cops pile back into their cars leaving behind the stunned

neighborhood. Cube grabs his NOTEBOOKS, cleans them off as --

A CHOPPER ABOVE DEAFENS ALL SOUND in a PRIMORDIAL ROAR.

14 OMITTED 14

A15 INT. DOO-TO’S CLUB - ENTRYWAY - MOMENTS LATER A15

Muffled MUSIC seeps into the area as SECURITY GUARDS

thoroughly SEARCH everyone. One of them stares Eazy down.

SECURITY GUARD:

You really wanna be here? This club

is full of Pirus.

REN:

We straight.

Eazy LAUGHS, doesn’t give a f***.

16.

EAZY:

Thanks for the tip, homie.

The Security Guard frowns as he allows them into --

15 THE MAIN FLOOR 15

MUSIC PUMPING, we FOLLOW EAZY and REN into the CLUB, which is

PACKED, people partying their asses off. Everyone’s here:

REGULAR FOLKS, BLOODS, SKINNY GIRLS, BIG GIRLS, DEALERS,

ATHLETES. A true hood cross-section.

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