Straight Outta Compton script
Synopsis: In 1988, a groundbreaking new group revolutionizes music and pop culture, changing and influencing hip-hop forever. N.W.A's first studio album, "Straight Outta Compton," stirs controversy with its brutally honest depiction of life in Southern Los Angeles. With guidance from veteran manager Jerry Heller, band members Ice Cube (O'Shea Jackson Jr.), Dr. Dre (Corey Hawkins), Eazy-E, DJ Yella and MC Ren navigate their way through the industry, acquiring fame, fortune and a place in history.

FADE UP:
ON;

2 EXT. BROWN HOUSE - COMPTON - NIGHT 2

A bucket pulls up in front of a shitty-looking BROWN HOUSE

with ugly bars on the windows and doors. A rusted swing-set

leans sideways on the dirt/grass they call a front lawn.

SUPERIMPOSE:
COMPTON, CA 1986

Inside the car is ERIC WRIGHT, 21, but you know him as -

SUPERIMPOSE:
ERIC WRIGHT AKA EAZY-E

A man who is completely in his element -- comfortable and

poised, ready for anything.

He hops out of the car, moves quickly to the TRUNK -- pops it

open and reaches inside. With an electric screwdriver, Eazy

unscrews a CERWIN-VEGA sub-woofer. Grabs a bulging BROWN BAG

out of the speaker... and a 9mm -- SLAMS the trunk.

ON THE ROOF, a LOOKOUT clocks Eazy as he walks up to the

front door of the decrepit house...

Eazy KNOCKS BY CODE. A dude, TONE (20s), opens a slat in the

door. Gauges Eazy, EYES SKEPTICAL.

TONE:

Who is it?

EAZY:

Eric! Man, we been through this

shit a thousand times.

Multiple DEADBOLTS UNLOCK and an irritated Eazy enters -

EAZY (CONT’D)

What’s the use to having this dumb

ass knock if I gotta tell you my

name anyway?

2.

3 INT. BROWN HOUSE - MINUTES LATER 3

It’s not what you’d call “cozy.” The carpet is torn up,

stained, cigarette-burnt. Walls covered in TAGS. A PITBULL

stares menacingly from the kitchen.

In addition to Eazy and Tone, there are THREE other people

spread around the room: one GIRL lounges on a vinyl couch,

eyes glazed; another girl, TASHA, loudly SCRAPES soul food

onto the pitbull’s plate; and a JITTERY DUDE steady keeps an

EYE out the WINDOW, tense, occasionally clocking --

EAZY spreads the CONTENTS of the BROWN BAG before them on a

long TABLE:
three FREEZER BAGS each containing 10 ounces. He

looks up, ALL BUSINESS.

EAZY:

Now where the money at?

TONE:

Man, you heard what happen? My best

runner got cracked. They sent his

young ass to Y.A. --

EAZY:

The fuck that got to do with me?

Tone turns to Tasha in the kitchen, nods.

TONE:

Tasha, get this dude a 40.

TASHA opens the fridge, grabs a 40oz. -

EAZY:

Do I look thirsty to you?

(beat)

Where my ends at?

-- hands it to Tone who CRACKS it open. Drinks...

TONE:

Why you so ruthless, Eric, damn!

You don’t want nothin’ to drink?

What you want --

(re:
the girls)

-- you want some pussy?

EAZY:

Yep. But not from these strawberry

bitches you got right here.

3.

TONE:

So you just gonna disrespect my

house like that, Cuz?

EAZY:

Dumb ass, this a dope house! It's

already disrespected.

JITTERY DUDE:

(re:
Eazy’s drugs)

Well fuck it then -- You gonna have

to let us hold on to that right

there.

ON THE COUCH, the GIRL grabs a SAWED-OFF SHOTGUN FROM UNDER A

PILLOW. Levels it at Eazy, face grimaced, hard, strung out.

EAZY:

Yeah, do what you gotta do --

‘Cause I got my homies parked

across the street from your momma's

house. I don't show up. They show

out...

Eazy just stares right back at them. The tension’s like a

pressure cooker about to burst. Until -

A WHISTLE echoes in from outside (THE LOOKOUT) -

Suddenly, everyone notices a deep RUMBLING coming from

outside. Jittery Dude steps back from the window, eyes wide -

JITTERY DUDE:

Oh, shit --

Because there’s a MASSIVE ARMORED VEHICLE rolling down the

street toward them. 6 TONS of steel, with a 14-foot BATTERING

RAM mounted on the front. LAPD emblazoned on the side.

JITTERY DUDE (CONT’D)

Fuckin’ Batter-Ram!

Everyone in the room FLIES into action, STASHING the WEAPONS

and the MONEY into hidden STASH SPOTS all over the HOUSE:

Behind fake-panel LIGHT SWITCHES, hidden HATCHES beneath the

FLOORBOARDS, in a fake-panel inside the FRIDGE. It’s some

serious MACGYVER SHIT.

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Jonathan Herman

Jonathan Herman is an American screenwriter, best known for his work in Straight Outta Compton for which he received numerous award nominations, including Best Original Screenplay at the 88th Academy Awards. more…

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