Straight Outta Compton Page #4

SUPERIMPOSE:
O’SHEA JACKSON AKA ICE CUBE

Raiders cap pulled low over a shoulder-length Jheri curl.

Hunched over, wearing a soon-to-be-iconic FROWN of

concentration, he SCRIBBLES LYRICS into a NOTEBOOK:

“BORED AS HELL AND I WANNA GET ILL. SO I WENT TO THE SPOT

WHERE MY HOMEBOYS CHILL --”

The ROAR of a powerful sports car snaps Cube’s concentration.

He gazes out the school bus window to see that -

In stark contrast to those on the bus, just beyond the glass

is a sea of WHITE STUDENTS. They hang out, shoot the sh*t in

their nice clothes, hop into their nice cars. It’s a club

that Cube isn’t a part of and it’s clear that he can feel it.

9.

He frowns, looks back down at his notebook as the bus pulls

away from Taft High...

9 INT./EXT. YELLOW BUS - LATER 9

The BUS cruises Southbound on Crenshaw. And compared to the

Valley, it looks like BEIRUT out there: Graffiti tags, liquor

stores everywhere, boarded-up shops, DUDES loitering,

drinking, slanging. Crip throws a rock and hits the bus.

FIND CUBE sitting halfway back, still doing his thing,

writing rhymes, minding his own.

NEAR HIM, a few KIDS goof around, flash GANG SIGNS out the

window at the passing CARS, PEDESTRIANS, not noticing -

A10 INT./EXT. TRUCK - CONTINUOUS A10

Pulling out of a side street onto Crenshaw, we see two hard-

looking O.G. BLOODS. As the bus passes, they CLOCK THE KIDS

flashing SIGNS. They can't believe it. Driver Grits his

teeth. SPEEDS OUT after the bus -

10 INT./EXT. YELLOW BUS - MOMENTS LATER 10

The bus rolls to a stop. Before any KIDS can get off -- the

O.G. Bloods' truck pulls in front of the bus, blocking the

road. Passenger hops out.

Noticing, the BUS DRIVER goes to shut the doors, but he’s too

late -- O.G. Blood gets on, strides past the BUS DRIVER --

glock 9mm in hand.

BUS DRIVER:

Hey what's going on? --

O.G. BLOOD

Shut the f*** up, Blood!

(Addresses the whole bus)

You young muthafuckas wanna die

today?!

Everyone on the bus falls SILENT. By the shocked expression

on the kids’ faces, they have no clue how or if they’re gonna

get out of this alive.

O.G. BLOOD (CONT’D)

HUH!?

He makes his way back to the WANNABE KIDS near the

expressionless Cube. Sensing sh*t is about to jump off, Cube

slowly reaches for the WINDOW next to him, starts SLIDING IT

OPEN. He edges closer to the window, grabs his NOTEBOOK,

fully prepared to jump the f*** out that window.

10.

O.G. BLOOD (CONT’D)

You little Crab ass niggas could've

got this whole bus shot the f***

up! We saw that bullshit you was

throwing up out the window! Hit me

up now!

WANNABE KID 1

Didn’t mean nothin’ by it -- just

playing around.

O.G. BLOOD

That's yo muthafuckin problem,

Blood! This sh*t ain't nuthin' ta

play wit! It's real in the field,

nigga! Sh*t’s life and death! I

kill Crips for breakfast, Blood! So

keep yo' mothafuckin hand down when

you see me, Understand?!

WANNABE KID 1

Yes.

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