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[Eric is upset that Jerry had embezzled money from him]

Eazy-E: Here's what's about to happen. I'm gonna get N.W.A back together. And you ain't gonna have nothing to do with it this time.

Jerry Heller: Why the fuck can you even say something like that? What the fuck is going on with you, man? I know what's good for you, I know what's good for Ruthless, and we have worked up a trust after years of hard work and that trust is our foundation, Eric. I don't give a shit.

[Eric is coughing]

Jerry Heller: [concerned] Eric? How is it man? Are you okay?

Eazy-E: Trust? Trust is a muthafucka!

Jerry Heller: Is it? May I ask you something? Eric, If what I'm doing is so illegal, how come I've never been sued? If I'm such a fucking thief, such a liar, such a motherfucker, how come nobody's ever come to collect? Because this is business. And this is how it works. And it's not always pretty, no. Do I cover my own ass? Do I cover my own end? Absolutely. But don't you dare fucking tell me that I have not taken care of you. Don't you fucking tell me that I've not had your back from day one! DAY ONE!

Eazy-E: Is this taking care of me?

Jerry Heller: Are you fucking kidding me? It's taking care of the whole fucking thing! It's business!

[repeating what he said earlier]

Jerry Heller: And this is how it works. Have I covered my end? Do I cover my ass? Absolutely. But don't you dare fucking tell me that I have not taken care of you.

Eazy-E: Is this business too?

Jerry Heller: Yes, this is business, this is how fucked up it can get. But I didn't start this! I didn't fuck it up! You did!

Eazy-E: No, you did. You're fired, Jerry.

[Eric leaves Jerry's house]

[Eazy is in a hospital after collapsing in a recording session]

Tomica: Aren't you gonna say something? What is it? A respiratory infection, pneumonia, what?

Young Doctor: Yes, well, it is those things and more, I'm afraid. We ran a full blood battery and... I'm sorry, Mr. Wright, but you've tested positive for HIV.

Eazy-E: Get the fuck outta here.

Tomica: What?

Young Doctor: The normal T-cell count is anywhere between 500 and 1500. Right now, your T-cell count is 14.

Eazy-E: But I ain't no faggot.

Young Doctor: No, Mr. Wright, actually the virus can be transmitted in quite a few ways, including unprotected heterosexual sex.

Eazy-E: That's wrong. You... you gotta test that again. Test that again.

Young Doctor: We've run the test five times, with five different samples, and the results remain.

Tomica: Shit!

[Tomica storms out of the room]

Eazy-E: She's pregnant, Doc! What does this mean?

Young Doctor: It doesn't necessarily mean that she's contracted the virus, but... we'll have to test her, to be sure.

Eazy-E: So what do we do? When do we start the the treatment? I mean, what... I gotta get healthy, I got things to do. I got... What's we supposed to do?

Young Doctor: Mr. Wright, you need to understand that you are very, very sick.

Eazy-E: But I don't even feel that bad Doc, don't tell me that.

Young Doctor: With care, and palliative care, we can probably keep you comfortable for... maybe six months, at the very most.

[by this time, Eazy is in a deep panic and is beginning to cry]

Eazy-E: Comfortable? What do you mean comfortable?

Young Doctor: It's just a matter of time. I am, I am truly, truly sorry, Mr. Wright. I'll leave you time to process this.

[the doctor leaves the room, leaving Eazy helpless as he cries]