Straight Outta Compton Page #8

A35 INT. AUDIO ACHIEVEMENTS STUDIO - DAY A35

Dre runs his fingers on the knobs and levels of the mixing

board. There’s nowhere that he feels more at home. Eazy,

Cube, Ren, Yella and Jerry are gather in the studio. Dre

Inspired:

39.

DRE:

Aiight! If your rhymes ain't tight,

you ain't makin’ the record. So you

better have your sh*t together.

Yella Boy -- Rewind that sh*t!

Yella rewinds the tape.

Cube and Eazy look at each other as the speech hits home

as...

We begin a MEDLEY OF IN-PROGRESS AND ICONIC SONGS.

B35

INT. AUDIO ACHIEVEMENTS - BOOTH B35

Cube in the studio writing EXPRESS YOURSELF. Dre is on the

mic doing EXPRESS YOURSELF. Yella is at board as everyone

watches Dre.

DRE:

I'm expressin' with my full

capabilities, And now I'm livin' in

correctional facilities...

C35 NOTE:
IN BETWEEN THIS SEQUENCE, we cut back to CATCH GLIMPSES

C35

of Dre in the studio CREATING -- F*** THA POLICE, starting

with the bones and building: first the DRUM MACHINE... then

the SCRATCH... the BASS... an on and on. We will see Dre

building this track throughout the sequence. In the back,

Cube, Ren and DOC on the couch writing.

D35

IN THE BOOTH - LATER D35

Cube writes than spits the lyrics to A B*TCH IZ A B*TCH.

AT THE BOARD, Dre HOWLS with excitement, adjusts the levels,

then cuts the beat. Beside him, Eazy and Yella are all

smiles.

E35

IN THE BOOTH, Ren spits fire on the final bars of PARENTALE35

DISCRETION IZ ADVISED -

F35

-- EAZY spitting STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON as --F35

35

INT. AUDIO ACHIEVEMENTS STUDIO - DAY 35

Dre’s at the soundboard, chopping up the beasts from what

will become “F*** Tha Police”. Cube, Ren, DOC and Jinx are

listening while writing and eating fast food.

DRE:

Now this is what I’m talkin’ about.

You hear the difference?

40.

YELLA:

Yeah, no doubt.

Jerry and Eazy are discussing business.

JERRY:

Our deal with Priority is done. I

have the contracts for you to sign.

Cube takes notice of Jerry and Eazy, looking up from another

beat-up notebook.

JERRY (CONT’D)

(to Dre)

If this music keeps sounding like

this. This album is going to be

amazing.

DRE:

Thanks, Jerry.

JERRY:

The lyrics you’re writing is really

good, Cube.

CUBE:

I appreciate that, man.

(to Eazy)

Eazy what’s up with our deal.

EAZY:

Jerry handles that.

Cube looks at Jerry.

JERRY:

The lawyers just started drawing

them up.

Before Cube can respond, Tyree enters the room as Jerry exits

the room.

Tyree pulls Dre aside.

TYREE:

Yo Dre, there’s something outside

you need to take care of. Trust me.

Concerned, Dre heeds Tyree’s advice and exits.

41.

36 EXT. AUDIO ACHIEVEMENTS STUDIO - CONTINUOUS 36

Parked along the curb, Dre’s girl LaVetta sits in what we

thought was Dre’s DATSUN. It’s filled to the brim with

clothes and baby gear, hatchback tied down with bungee chord.

Dre leans down to her window -

DRE:

So let me get this straight -- You

gonna do this right here, right

now?

LAVETTA:

What am I supposed to do? We’re

sleepin’ on a twin bed, at your

auntie’s house. We have a baby,

Andre. You expect me to wait for

what you’re doin’ in there? And you

in the streets, f***in’ around? Are

you crazy?

Dre doesn’t notice a TORRANCE P.D. CRUISER drift past...

DRE:

What? I’m out here day and night

bustin’ my ass, tryin’ to create

something, and you gonna come up in

here talkin’ about some b*tches?

Are you crazy?

LAVETTA:

You don’t get it.

DRE:

Nah, you don’t get it.

LAVETTA:

Bye, Andre.

LaVetta puts the car in gear, PEELS away just as the whole

gang comes out, having caught the tail end of the argument.

YELLA:

You cool?

DRE:

F*** no. I’m far from cool.

TYREE:

What happened, Dre? What she say?

CUBE:

Aww sh*t, here we go again...

42.

The TORRANCE P.D. CRUISER pulls up fast, two COPS popping

out. One black the other white. Weapons drawn.

TORRANCE COP 1 (BLACK)

Everybody down on the ground now!

The guys are confused. Food in hand.

REN:

What we do?!

These cops aren't playing and they don't want to be

questioned.

TORRANCE COP 2 (WHITE)

(Shoving Ren to the

ground)

Get your f***in ass on the ground

before I shoot you! That's what you

did!

After peeping out the cops overly aggressive posture. The

guys start to comply. Mexican food hits the ground first then

all the guys go face down-- spread eagle.

DRE:

Why you got on the ground like

this, officer?

TORRANCE COP 1

For our protection. It's 6 of you,

only two of us. So just sit there

and shut up.

(to his partner)

Call for back up.

Torrance Cop 2 starts to call it in.

Torrance Cop 1 starts to roughly frisk the guys.

TORRANCE COP 1 (CONT’D)

This is Torrance. You niggas

supposed to be somewhere?

EAZY:

Yeah. Here. We workin’.

TORRANCE COP 1

Working? Yeah, I bet.

DRE:

What we do?

43.

TORRANCE COP 2

We'll find out what you did in a

minute.

Within seconds, the Cop has Dre legs spread, frisking him

roughly, hyper-extending his arms --

DRE:

What the f*** --

TORRANCE COP 1

Shut your hole!

The whole group is getting frisked one by one. Until Jerry

Heller comes to the rescue.

JERRY:

Excuse me officer, what's going on

out here?!

TORRANCE COP 1

Step back sir! Just making sure

these thugs are clean!

Jerry keeps coming.

JERRY:

These are not thugs, they're

artists!

As Jerry gets into the officers face, we see the contrast of

the black guys face down on the ground with the Cops and

Jerry's shoes standing over them talking.

TORRANCE COP 1

Artists? What kind of artists?

JERRY:

They're rappers working in the

studio right here.

TORRANCE COP 2

Rappers? Rap is not art. It’s

jungle music. And who are you

supposed to be?

JERRY:

I'm the manager.

TORRANCE COP 1

Well you’re wasting your time, Mr.

Manager, ‘cause your rappers look

like typical gang bangers to me.

44.

As the insults continue-- We LINGER ON CUBE, consuming his

incendiary eyes, his flared nostrils. He’s just about had

enough of this sh*t.

TORRANCE COP 2

Why don't you spend your time

managing real music like Lynyrd

Skynyrd!

TORRANCE COP 1

Or Con-Funk-Shun! Real instruments.

Real music! Not this bullshit rap!

TORRANCE COP 2

F***in' fad.

TORRANCE COP 1

(laughing)

Tell me about it.

37 INT. AUDIO ACHIEVEMENTS STUDIO - EMPTY OFFICE - LATER 37

Dimly lit, Cube sits hunkered over a desk, writing furiously

in his notebook. As if he’s possessed. He slaps a page aside,

scribbling on the back. WE CATCH GLIMPSES of ICONIC WORDS ON

THE PAGE -

GOT IT BAD CAUSE I'M BROWN .... SEARCHIN’ MY CAR, LOOKIN’ FOR

THE PRODUCT .... THINKIN’ EVERY NIGGA IS SELLIN’ NARCOTICS.

38 INT. AUDIO ACHIEVEMENTS STUDIO - CONTINUOUS 38

Dre is at the mixing board working on the instruental track

for F*** THA POLICE. The instrumental is playing without any

lyrics or the hook on it.

CUBE (O.S.)

Yo!

CUBE enters the studio -- Hands the open notebook over to

Eazy, who scans it, hands it over to Dre for a look.

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