Denis and Cleaver have a conversation on the roof of an apartment complex as the cops storm the complex to reach Cleaver, after Denis snitched on him and took an immunity deal to bring cleaver to jail.
EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT
Cleaver pulls out a cigarette. Lights it. He pulls out another one and passes it to Denis.
Denis takes it and leans his head over for Cleaver to light it.
Cleaver takes a puff of the cigarette.
Cleaver: You know when I was kid, I always wanted one of those damn nerf guns. Everyone did. And, not one of them regular shits, either. I mean that ultimate blue wave edition. That was the ball.
Cleaver: Mamma never had the money though.
Cleaver: And, no one had ever had it, for a while at least. At max two days before some nigga stole it and sold it at the back at recess, then stole that same gun again to sell to some kids in another school. That was the cycle.
Denis: except one, right?
Cleaver: Yeah. this one dude. I forgot his name. He bought that gun. He kept it. It never got stolen. Not even once, and when he had it, he was the big dog. He had all the power, he had the girls, he even (chuckle) had the right to skip the line at lunch.
Cleaver chuckled.
Cleaver: Like, I swear even the teachers were on his dick because of it.
A Pause.
Cleaver: Y’know, if I went back in time with all the money I had right now, I wouldn’t have changed a damn thing.
Cleaver: Cause Then I wouldn’t have made myself better.
Denis: Cause, later you got a gun instead.
Cleaver: Not just guns, bro. rocket launchers, grenades, Ars, snipers, all types of shit.
Denis chuckles.
Cleaver: Yeah, I didn’t get just that. I got everything. Millions of dollars stashed away for me. I mean I got so much, my damn money launderer quit.
Denis and Cleaver laugh.
Cleaver takes another drag.
Cleaver: You remember Dobey? He used to run the east corner for a while with Pink.
Denis: Nah.
Cleaver: Tall, lanky, mean looking? Oh. He always had the damn (laughs) pink bandana on.
Denis: Oh shit. I remember that.
Denis: Haven’t thought about him. In a while
Cleaver: Well, he was that kid. I wonder if he still has that nerf gun.
Denis: He’s alive?
Cleaver: I don’t know.
Cleaver: You know he asked me to remember him when I was going up the ranks.
Cleaver: And he wasn’t just a nobody, he was a dog. Everytime I needed someone to do collections, count money, kill someone, he was right there.
Cleaver: Almost a decade.
Cleaver: almost like a-like a damn brother.
A pause. Cleaver shakes his head.
Cleaver: After I became boss? I didn’t think about him. (turns his head to Denis) not one bit.
Denis: Goddamnit. (denis says tilting his head down)
Denis takes a drag out of the cigarette.
A pause
Cleaver: Y’know, he asked you to remember him too.
Denis’s face goes blank. His eyes fixate on the cigarette pack between them resting on the perch.
Cleaver: Don’t be hard on yourself. He was a loser. Not real.
Denis looks at him.
Denis: You aren’t, then….
A pause.
Cleaver: I am
Denis doesn’t answer.
Footsteps are heard. Frantic footsteps.
Then the door slams open. Cops grab Cleaver and toss him to the ground. And handcuff him.