Straight Outta Compton Page #9

EAZY:

(sly smile)

This gonna start some sh*t, Cube.

CUBE:

(a grunt)

Yeah, f*** the police.

Dre smiles as we cut to --

Dre is scratching in the iconic hook. F*** THA POLICE-- F***,

F***, F*** THA POLICE. He continues to scratch...

45.

38pt2 Ice Cube on the mic spitting the venomous lyrics of F*** Tha

38pt2

Police.

40 EXT. RUTHLESS RECORDS - LOS ANGELES - ESTABLISHING - DAY 40

STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON continues over -

EAZY and JERRY walk into the new RUTHLESS OFFICES...

41 EXT. CRENSHAW BLVD - NIGHT 41

A LOWRIDER cruises the packed boulevard, STRAIGHT OUTTA

COMPTON SCREAMING out the windows as it passes by -

A HOOPTIE that’s got EXPRESS YOURSELF ON BLAST. And we

quickly realize that -

THE ENTIRE ALBUM’S FLOATING ON THE AIR, DIFFERENT TRACKS

THUMPING from DIFFERENT CARS flossing on the ‘Shaw.

Literally, every car.

LOW-RIDERS bounce their hydraulics in approval. PEDESTRIANS

HOLLER at the RIDERS and Riders holler back. It’s like the

entire hood is partying. And in the thick of it all --

Eazy, Dre, and Cube creep down Crenshaw in Eazy’s ‘64 Impala,

Ren and Yella just behind them in Yella’s Porche. They can’t

believe their eyes, their hood now worshipping their music.

Some full circle sh*t...

42 INT. RUTHLESS RECORDS - JERRY’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS 42

STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON FADES OUT as -

CLOSE ON the album cover to STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON as it’s

slid across the desk to... THE WHOLE GANG. They pass around

the record, in awe, as if it were the Holy Grail.

JERRY:

This is only the tip of the

iceberg, fellas. The days of

selling records out of your trunk

are a thing of the past, Eric.

EAZY:

My days of selling anything out the

trunk is over.

43 EXT. LEIMERT PARK - LOS ANGELES - DAY 43

All the GROUP MEMBERS saying goodbye to their FAMILY,

FRIENDS. JERRY’s there, too, along with Bryan Turner.

46.

BRYAN TURNER:

So, are you going out with them?

JERRY:

Are you crazy? Had a enough of that

sh*t in the 70's. I'll fly out a

couple of times and check on'em.

BRYAN TURNER:

Well make sure everything goes

smooth, okay? I have enough bad

press with Tipper Gore and P.M.R.C.

on my ass. I'm gonna have to put

Parental Advisory stickers on all

the records from now on -

JERRY HELLER:

What’s wrong with that? Bryan,

controversy’s good -- It’s gonna

help us sell more records.

But Jerry’s distracted by Eazy carrying a big duffel bag.

JERRY:

Excuse me.

Jerry sidles up to EAZY, who is carrying a big, heavy,

clattering DUFFEL.

JERRY (CONT’D)

What ya got in there, Mr. Wright?

Eric grins, sets down the duffel --CLUNK --and unzips it.

Jerry’s eyes bug. The duffel is full of GUNS, big and small,

a Kevlar vest, a hockey mask. All things trouble.

JERRY (CONT’D)

Have you lost your mind? You are

not taking that on the bus.

EAZY:

Yeah we are. How we supposed to

protect ourselves out there, Jerry?

In f***in’ Texas? And Tennessee?

They lynch niggas down there --

JERRY:

I’m not gonna let you take that

arsenal on tour, Eric!

Eazy squares off, crosses his arms.

47.

EAZY:

Let me? Jerry, you take care of the

business, I’ll take care of the

rest.

A44 EXT. HOUSTON ARENA - HOUSTON - NIGHT A44

Out front of the arena, a mass of PROTESTORS have accumulated

a large pile of NWA RECORDS as -

SUPERIMPOSE:
HOUSTON, TX

B44 ON THE BUS B44

The guys watch on as a MAN drives a STEAMROLLER RIGHT OVER

THE RECORDS, crushing them to pieces! The Protestors CHEER!

CUBE:

Ain’t that some sh*t... Talk some

truth and people lose they minds.

EAZY:

They had to buy all those albums to

do that! More money in our pockets.

44 EXT. HOUSTON ARENA - BACKSTAGE PARKING - HOUSTON - NIGHT 44

The TOUR BUS pulls up inside the SECURITY AREA behind the

VENUE. Houston P.D., POLICE HORSES, FANS and PROTESTERS are

watching as -

The bus DOOR HISSES open, and we watch expectantly for our

heroes... BUT NO ONE APPEARS. All we can see is the black

void inside the tour bus, its ENGINE IDLING. Finally, when we

can hardly stand it any longer... NWA BURSTS OUT ONTO THE -

45 INT. HOUSTON ARENA - STAGE - LATER THAT NIGHT 45

-- And god damn they look cool. Still dressed in all-black,

but now their sh*t looks cleaner, more expensive. They’re all

rocking a lot of GOLD -- rings and thick-rope chains.

HUGE BASS SLAMS DOWN as the mock street LIGHTS blind our

eyes. The stage looks like the hood with chain link fences

and yellow police tape.

We hear the SOUNDS of STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON (”YOU ARE NOW

ABOUT TO WITNESS THE STRENGTH OF STREET KNOWLEDGE.”) and find

DRE on the ONES AND TWOS, which sit on upside-down glowing

trash cans, while the rest of the group rocks the stage.

48.

CUBE:

Straight outta Compton, crazy

muthafucka named Ice Cube, from a

gang called Niggaz With Attitudes.

When I'm called off, I got a sawed

off, squeeze the trigger, and

bodies are hauled off -

We see CUBE REACT to the fact that here in Middle America,

the majority of the audience is WHITE. Never expected that.

IN THE BACK, we see a row of UNIFORMED COPS, stone-faced,

their presence alone transmitting hostility --

46 MONTAGE OF THE ROAD 46

46pt1 INT. ARENA - STAGE 46pt1

-- Eazy blows the roof off with WE WANT EAZY, all hands in

the air as a sea of people vibe with him all singing: EAZY,

WE WANT EAZY -- EAZY, WE WANT EAZY!

DRE, REN AND EAZY RIP THROUGH THE FIRST VERSE-- As the crowd

sings the hook again. We can hear Eazy say-

EAZY:

(to the crowd)

Where the f*** y’all at,

Cincinnati!?

46pt2 INT./EXT. TOUR BUS 46pt2

-- The guys watch on as the TOUR BUS rolls past a PROTEST.

DEMONSTRATORS SHOUT at the bus, hold up SIGNS: BAN GANGSTA

RAP, STOP DISRESPECTING WOMEN, GANGSTAS BELONG BEHIND BARS -

46pt3 INT. ARENA - STAGE 46pt3

-- Dre and Ren rhyme fierce on COMPTON’S N THE HOUSE.

Standing room only, as usual...

DRE:

To the people over here -

REN:

To the People over there -

DRE/REN

To the people, the people, the

people, people, the people, the

people, people from Kansas City,

watchin’ the show -

46pt4 INT. ARENA - STAGE 46pt4

49.

-- Another ARENA. Another angry PROTEST. By now, the guys

aren’t even paying attention anymore...

46pt5 INT. ARENA - STAGE 46pt5

-- Cube destroys GANGSTA, GANGSTA, nostrils flared, giving it

his all. As the CHORUS KICKS IN -

CUBE:

Indianapolis in the muthafuckin’

house!

47pt1 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 47pt1

Muffled MUSIC, LAUGHTER THUMPS through the WALLS as we find

DRE sitting on a bed in an empty hotel room, talking to -

DRE (INTO PHONE)

I can’t do it, T.

INTERCUT WITH:

47pt2 EXT. VERNA’S HOUSE - PORCH - CONTINUOUS 47pt2

TYREE, who’s chillin’ in a chair, surveying the street, all

smiles talking to his cool-ass big brother.

TYREE (INTO PHONE)

Come on. I could meet up with y’all

in Dallas or -- Yo, you gotta let

me come f*** with you in Miami!

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