Straight Outta Compton Page #5

The O.G. Blood looks over his shoulder, scowls at all the

terrified faces staring back at him.

O.G. BLOOD

What you little muthafuckas need to

do is start gangbang them got damn

books! Learn some sh*t better then

what we doing! If not, I might be

the one that kill yo' dumb ass!

Remember me! This that Crenshaw

Mafia, Blood!

And with that, the O.G. Blood tucks his gun, and calmly exits

the bus -- leaving behind the stunned kids.

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.

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