8 Mile

[Intense hip-hop music]

[Pounding on door]

Hold on a minute.

MAN IN HALL:
What the f***?

JIMMY:
Hold on a f***in' minute!

[Hip-hop music stops suddenly]

[Hip-hop beat from other room]

[Vomiting]

[Pounding on door]

MAN IN HALL:
Yo, what the f***?

Quit playing with your f***ing self!

Open the door!

F***, man.

Who the f*** is you, nigga?

Where are you going?

-Backstage. I'm in the battle.

-You can't.

-I got a stamp on my hand.

-Go around front.

-Man, you just seen me--

-I didn't see nothing.

You just f***ing seen me.

I went to the bathroom.

JIMMY:
He has a problem with me.

BOUNCER:
Shut up.

He's straight, dawg.

-He with you?

-Yeah.

Okay. Cool, Future. But your boy

got an attitude problem.

Come on. You're crazy,

trying to fight bouncers.

The guy's obviously got something

against me. I go to the bathroom--

Rise above that bullshit.

JIMMY:
Hold on, man.

FUTURE:
You f***ing threw up on yourself?

Come here!

CHEDDAR:
Hey, Rabbit.

DJ IZ:
I know you're ready, Rabbit.

CHEDDAR:
Where you goin'?

FUTURE:
He hurled on his shirt.

CHEDDAR:
Let me see.

JIMMY:
Get the f*** off me.

What are you doing, man?

Come on, it's deal time.

Our clica will be on the map

after you whup some ass tonight.

Me and Janeane broke up.

FUTURE:
What, again?

JIMMY:
I left her the car.

Come on, Rabbit.

She said she's pregnant.

She's gonna need the car

if she's pregnant.

I'll need a place to crash.

You going to stay at your mum's?

Can I get some f***ing privacy here?

FUTURE:
All right, come on.

My bad, man.

If something's gonna happen with

this sh*t, it needs to happen now.

I feel you. I know exactly

what you're talking about.

All right, come on, man.

How you feeling?

JIMMY:
I feel good.

FUTURE:
You feel good?

FUTURE:
Sure?

JIMMY:
I'm ready.

FUTURE:
Ready, baby. I want to see you

rip that sh*t, all right?

Let these motherfuckers know, man.

It's all you, baby. Three One Third.

[Rapping] Your lyrics are shitty

like when I cop a squat

Who told you to f***

with the mighty Papa Doc?

For stepping onstage

I should rock your knot

Don't get too close

or you might get shot

You need to call your momma

and tell her come get ya

If she knew him, she could bring

your midget pops with her

I put a hole in your head

Like a 12 gauge

Lookin' like Kris Kross

Jiggity jump yo' ass offstage

I'm a grown man, son

I'll slaughter you

Make your ma wish

her fat-ass aborted you

[Audience hoots]

FUTURE:
A lot of hostility at the end

of the 45 seconds. Let me get the mike.

Open up a little bit.

Let everybody see Future.

How y'all feel about Shorty Mike?

[Light applause]

FUTURE:
Kinda mediocre love?

Just all right for Shorty Mike?

All right, what about Papa Doc?

[Cheering and whistling]

All right, Papa,

you go to the next round.

FUTURE:
Next up is my man Bunny Rabbit...

and Lil' Tic.

Come on, bring your asses onstage.

We ain't got all day.

All right, enough of the fanfare.

-Heads or tails?

-Heads.

Tails. Choose.

You first.

Lil' Tic, set it off.

DJ, 45 seconds.

Spin that sh*t.

[Rapping] I'ma murder this man!

He's the type to lose

a fight with a dyke

They don't laugh 'cause you wack

It's 'cause you white with a mic

You're a laughingstock

When will this laughter stop?

When you and Everlast

b*tch-ass get popped

You a wigga

that invented rhyme for money

Watch Lil' Tic spit kick

the Energizer Bunny

Rip the Rabbit head off

Toss it to Hugh Hefner

'Cause I don't play, boy

Tell me who's fresher

LT, that's right

Cock the heat and shoot ya

I'll punish Rabbit

or obsolete Future

My paws love to maul an MC

'Cause he's faker than a psychic

with caller ID

So that bullshit,

save it for storage

'Cause this is hip-hop

You don't belong, you're a tourist

Put your hockey sticks

and baseball bat away

This here's Detroit

FUTURE:
Whoa, whoa, okay,

You did a good job, Lil' B*tch.

I mean, Lil' Tic. My bad.

All right, next up

is my boy Bunny Rabbit.

Hey, talk that sh*t if you want,

but I vouch for this motherf***er.

He's a motherfuckin' genius.

Hit that sh*t. Forty-five seconds.

DJ, kick it.

[Background music begins]

Hey, yo.

Boo!

Where'd y'all find this nigga at?

CHEDDAR:
Come on, Rabbit!

Come on, Rabbit! Come on!

AUDIENCE:
[Chanting] Choke! Choke!

[Audience roars]

FUTURE:
Yo, Jimmy.

Hold up.

Don't worry about it, dawg.

I'll call you tomorrow.

I got to go back inside.

Stay strong, my brother.

You'll rip 'em next time.

-Yep.

-Yeah. Next time.

Peace out, Rabbit!

[Sombre keyboard music]

[Hip-hop beat accompanies

instrumental music]

[Stephanie moaning]

What the f***?

STEPHANIE:
Oh, sh*t, Rabbit.

GREG:
Oh, God.

You okay, baby?

Don't you think

you should have called or...

knocked first or something?

Phone's disconnected.

I know that, Rabbit.

I gotta get down

to the phone place tomorrow.

I've been busy, you know.

GREG:
Rabbit, what are you doing here?

How about knocking?

Me and Janeane just broke up.

I'm sorry, honey.

I thought you had

a good thing going with her.

GREG:
Sleeping with someone else?

STEPHANIE:
No.

I got work in the morning, so....

You and Future still

at that Little Caesars in Warren?

No. I'm at New Detroit Stamping now.

That's good. What?

He got fired from a pizza place.

-At least I got a f***ing job.

-Okay, stop it.

Only ex-cons and welfare mums work

at that plant.

STEPHANIE:
Baby...

are you staying here for a while

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