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.
COMPTON, CA 1986
Inside the car is ERIC WRIGHT, 21, but you know him as -
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.
Who is it?
Eric! Man, we been through this
shit a thousand times.
Multiple DEADBOLTS UNLOCK and an irritated Eazy enters -
What’s the use to having this dumb
ass knock if I gotta tell you my
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
three FREEZER BAGS each containing 10 ounces. He
looks up, ALL BUSINESS.
Now where the money at?
Man, you heard what happen? My best
runner got cracked. They sent his
young ass to Y.A. --
The fuck that got to do with me?
Tone turns to Tasha in the kitchen, nods.
Tasha, get this dude a 40.
TASHA opens the fridge, grabs a 40oz. -
Do I look thirsty to you?
Where my ends at?
-- hands it to Tone who CRACKS it open. Drinks...
Why you so ruthless, Eric, damn!
You don’t want nothin’ to drink?
What you want --
-- you want some pussy?
Yep. But not from these strawberry
bitches you got right here.
So you just gonna disrespect my
house like that, Cuz?
Dumb ass, this a dope house! It's
Well fuck it then -- You gonna have
to let us hold on to that right
ON THE COUCH, the GIRL grabs a SAWED-OFF SHOTGUN FROM UNDER A
PILLOW. Levels it at Eazy, face grimaced, hard, strung out.
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
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 -
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)
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.