SINGER: ♪ I'm takin' you hostage ♪
♪ I'm takin' control ♪
♪ I got your heart in the palm of my hand ♪
♪ And I ain't lettin' it go ♪
♪ I got your emotions...♪
CLOVIS: What's all this shit? Man, I'm tryin' to eat. ‐ Just please,
don't touch anything, all right? CLOVIS: [softly] All right.
You ready?
‐ Oh, yeah.
Take a final look.
It's the last time you're gonna see broke Keef Knight.
CLOVIS: That's my boy.
SINGER: ♪ And it feels I'ma comin' for you ♪
KEEF: I see you, Mrs. Chang.
‐ I know.
SINGER: ♪ I'm gettin' in your head ♪
♪ I'm gettin' in your head ♪
KEEF: Looking good, Alice. ‐ Lookin' pretty good, too, Keef!
Why don't you come over here and sit on Mama's lap?
‐ Maybe on Thursday.
SINGER: ♪ I know you wanted to ♪
♪ You can't get away from the feelin' ♪
CINDY: Say "syndication" on three.
PHIL: One, two, three.
ALL: Syndication! [laughter]
CINDY: Whoo! PHIL: I love it!
CINDY: Toast‐N‐Butter, coast‐to‐coast!
SINGER: ♪ That feeling ♪
♪ I was in the show, I'll never let ya go ♪
♪ I'm gettin' in your head ♪
♪ I'm gettin' in your...♪
KEEF: Hey. TRINA: Hey.
SINGER: ♪ Got it in your head ♪
‐ That's for you. ‐ Ah, thank you.
That's for me? Oh, okay.
‐ [chuckles softly] How'd the shoot go?
‐ Oh! Nailed it.
I made love to the camera.
[both laugh]
KEEF: How was court? ‐ Nailed it.
Did not make love to anyone.
‐ Ah, that's unfortunate.
TRINA: Bam.
KEEF: Shut up.
‐ The Bernal Heights place. ‐ It's ours if we want it.
‐ Oh, my God, I feel like I'm dreaming‐‐am I dreaming?
‐ You're not.
[both chuckle]
You deserve this.
‐ I do deserve this.
‐ Have you told Gunther and Clovis yet?
‐ Oh, that I plan on movin' out?
I will later. I mean, it's a delicate situation.
I expect tears.
‐ A couple of Happy Meals should soften the blow.
‐ Yeah, maybe some ice cream and a little... TRINA: Yeah.
‐ Temple massage.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[bus hisses]
‐ Hey, uh, I‐‐
‐ I love Toast‐N‐Butter. ‐ Cool, man, me too.
‐ I do a little Toast‐N‐Butter doodling myself.
‐ That's awesome, man. I make it.
‐ S‐so you're Keef Knight?
‐ I am, yeah. BUS RIDER: Huh.
You know, it's funny, I didn't think you'd be...
Tall.
‐ Happens all the time.
[electronic music]
♪ ♪
‐ Hey, hey, Nance!
NANCY: Hey, Keef.
‐ Uh, you mind if I put out some flyers?
‐ Only if you get me passes to Golden Con.
‐ Absolutely not. No, I'm kidding. ‐ Oh ho ho!
‐ I will, I got you. ‐ Okay, you better.
‐ I would never forget about you.
You know, I did my first Toast‐N‐Butter cartoon on the back room wall.
‐ Mm‐hmm, it's still there. ‐ I know.
Someone drew a dick in Toast's mouth.
‐ Uh, I was drunk. Yeah. ‐ Okay, I thought that was you.
‐ What up, Keef? NANCY: Out!
‐ Nance, come on! NANCY: No, outside.
Go, go, go‐‐out!
‐ Ah, a'ight‐‐uh, Keef‐‐
‐ I got you. ‐ A'ight, a'ight.
Bye, Nancy! NANCY: Bye! Bye!
‐ Still?
‐ Yep. KEEF: Okay, makes sense.
NANCY: Okay. ‐ Keef Knight?
You do Toast‐N‐Butter, right?
‐ Uh, yeah. ‐ Oh, wow, that's so cool.
I fucking love how TNB talks about race and color in America.
Like when Toast gets too dark and The Man scrapes it off or puts butter on it.
Facts. ‐ Wow, that's the... first time I heard that one.
‐ I just love your work and what you say with it.
I work for a new publication, The Bay Arean,
and we're looking for controversial artists who are confronting
the shitstorm of race and class and‐‐
‐ Yeah, but I'm not controversial.
‐ You're...a black cartoonist. You're controversial just by existing.
‐ Why is it that as people of color
we're always having to stand for something
or...you know, say something in our work, you know?
I'm just a cartoonist.
‐ Because the world's a racist, fucked‐up place.
‐ And that's why I keep it light, you know?
It's just a comic strip about bored breakfast food.
‐ Keep it light.
‐ Yeah. Keep it light.
Okay.
[hip‐hop music]
SINGER: ♪ Wha, wha, hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey, diamonds, diamonds ♪
‐ Call me. ‐ I will definitely call you.
Hey, be ready for them courtside seats.
Ahhhh...
‐ So, Clovis, who are you today?
‐ Baron Davis.
‐ The basketball player...
‐ Yeah.
‐ Baron Davis is like 6'3" and drives a car.
You don't have any of those things.
‐ Your point? He's black, I'm black. She Filipino.
Anything above 5'5" is tall to them.
If she can't tell the difference, who am I to rain on my parade?
Come on, now. [chuckling]
‐ I'm so sorry. Were you still talking?
I stopped listening a long time ago. ‐ Ah ha ha!
How hype are you for Golden Con? ‐ Oh, man.
‐ Hey, once your strip blows, dude, you gonna be like the next Aaron McGruder.
All right? Newspapers, TV show.
Movie deals! ‐ [sighs]
‐ I can't wait.
I'ma get so much ass.
‐ I just want decent medical insurance.
‐ Why you such a cornball, man?
KEEF: [laughs] ‐ Oh, shit!
Hey, somebody's missin' this.
[laughs] Oh, no.
I do not fuck with white women's wallets, now.
‐ Hold on, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Can't just leave it here.
‐ The fuck are you doin'? ‐ Well, we gotta turn it in.
‐ Oh, s‐so you feel like spendin', what,
the rest of the night explaining why there's no money in there?
And what if she's missin'?
What if she's dead and raped in Golden Gate Park?
‐ Oh, my God, why do you always assume the worst?
‐ Because when you assume the worst,
you can't be surprised when it actually happens?
‐ A wise man once said... ‐ Oh.
‐ You should never judge a wallet by the color of its owner's skin.
‐ Okay. KEEF: Sometimes, a lost wallet is just that‐‐
a lost wallet. Now, excuse me while I do the right thing.
‐ Okay, cool, man.
KEEF: Hey‐‐
Why would you do that? You got issues, man.
[energetic rock music]
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ It seems like a fault in design ♪
[Toro y Moi's Mirage]
♪ I seek you out and you never ♪
♪ Seem to have the time ♪
♪ We're all too careful now ♪
[music continues, muffled] ♪ Too close...♪
‐ Ah‐hem!
Hey. Ha. Hey, what's up?
It's the house meeting. Come on.
I told you guys about this like three days ago.
Let's go, let's go. ‐ [groans]
‐ Just a short little presentation. Come on in.
GUNTHER: Get friendly. Go on. KEEF: Okay.
‐ What if I told you
that you could save the rainforest with an energy drink?
An energy drink that uses no water and no plastics,
thus and thereby reducing
our carbon footprint, right?
‐ Go on.
‐ Well, do I have a product for you.
Boom! Ha ha.
‐ Uh...what is that?
‐ Oh, shit, this? Uh, this is a revolutionary product, actually.
This is, uh, this is 99.95%
non‐GMO, all‐natural
Peruvian coca extract
in powder form.
‐ So it's cocaine.
‐ It's not, it's, um, it's a supplement
that allows you to stay up all night
with sensei‐like focus and rock star confidence.
‐ Like cocaine? GUNTHER: It's not cocaine.
It's, um... it's got guarana in it, it's made from plants.
‐ So it's like really good cocaine.
‐ Ha ha ha ha! It's not...ha. Not cocaine!
And I feel like you guys are missing the point.
And, uh, the point is...
Oh, here we go.
[loudly] I'm gonna revolutionize energy drinks!
And then, uh, probably some fireworks are gonna go off,
and that's the end of the presentation,
and you guys invest money. Invest money.
‐ All right, you know, honestly,
I think we probably gonna talk about this,
go over it a little bit and, uh,
we gonna get back to you.
‐ I will succeed. You have no idea how focused I am.
‐ Oh, we have some idea.
GUNTHER: Yeah. ‐ Yeah. Yeah, we do.
[Bill Withers' Lovely Day plays]
SINGER: ♪ When I wake up in the morning, love ♪
♪ ♪
KEEF: Check it out. SINGER: ♪ And the sunlight hurts my eyes ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And somethin' without warning, love ♪
‐ Here you go.
SINGER: ♪ Bears heavy on my mind ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Then I look at you ♪
♪ And the world's all right with me ♪
♪ ♪
‐ ♪ Just one look‐‐ ♪ COP: Don't even think about it!
‐ Don't move, don't move. ‐ Central, we have the suspect.
‐ Suspect‐‐what? COP: 6' tall black male.
COP: What's in the bag? ‐ It's just a stapler.
COP: He's got a weapon! KEEF: No, no, no, just a stapler!
No, no, no, you got the wrong guy!
KEEF: Oof! COP: Stop resisting!
Gimme your fuckin' hands! KEEF: Aah!
GUNTHER: Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Excuse me!
‐ Gunther, [slow motion] noooooo!
COP: Nothing to see here. We got it under control. COP: Sir‐‐hold on‐‐
‐ Bitch‐ass cops, what‐‐ Hey‐‐
‐ Aah!
‐ It's not fine! You're acting not right.
Hey, don't you touch‐‐
[voice echoing] Hell, no! What are you doing?
[heartbeat thumping]
[echoing] Don't you touch me. I'll have your badge, buddy.
Get off my friend. COP: Copy that.
‐ Get outta my face! COP: This isn't the suspect.
He's not the mugger. GUNTHER: Oh, no shit!
[persistent ringing]
[echoing] Ahh!
Aah!
GUNTHER: That was messed up, bro.
I can't believe they did us like that!
Are you cool? You need some weed?
‐ No, I'm‐‐dude, I'm good, man.
I'm good, I'm, uh...
I'll‐‐I'll catch you back at the...
flat. Yeah.
[Lil' Smizz's Boss plays]
SINGER: ♪ Stop fucking with my heart ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Nigga, it was my dream, fool ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Oh, now you a man, ho ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I don't need that stress ♪
♪ I'm a boss in a fuckin' dress ♪
♪ Nigga, stay in line ♪
[all speaking foreign language]
♪ Stop fuckin' with my heart ♪
‐ Water?
VOICE: Psst, hey, hey, hey, yo, Poindexter!
Over here, man. Fuck that water, bitch.
Come on over here and get this booze.
VOICE 2: I can't believe you called him a bitch.
VOICE: [laughs] Don't fret, muh nigga.
You know you want this flavor. VOICE 2: That's right.
Come get this hottie.
‐ I go great with Menthols and poverty‐induced PTSDs.
I don't go well with gonorrhea. Ya feel me?
MALT LIQUOR 2: Hmm, hmm. Did you know malt liquor... ‐ What...the...
‐ Makes black people impervious to bullets.
‐ For real?
[both laughing]
‐ No, it don't, nigga. [laughing] It don't.
‐ Further, dawg, malt liquor been a black man's best friend
since '48. ‐ Shh, shh, shh. Cracker alert!
‐ Honky on deck.
KEEF: You okay? I'm okay, ha.
Good day. All right.
I'm not crazy.
No...I'm not crazy.
MALT LIQUOR 2: What? You standing here in front of God and everybody
talking to a bottle of malt liquor. Nah, that ain't crazy.
‐ Mr. Policeman did a number on you, didn't he?
Ha. Good thing, too. We been tryin' to holler at your ass for a minute.
Now you can finally hear us. It's just like havin' a superpower.
‐ Yeah, if crazy was a superpower.
KEEF: No. No, no. [bottles laughing]
MALT LIQUOR: Now, but seriously, you extra as fuck now.
‐ Enjoy. KEEF: Wait.
Are you real, or...
‐ Lemme‐‐lemme put it like this.
Your third eye is definitely open for business!
‐ Oh, no, no, no, no... MALT LIQUOR 2: Buckle up, nigga.
This ride ain't for the weak.
Where you goin'? Let's bail, baby.
‐ You can't run from this, Poindexter!
MALT LIQUOR 2: We are you! ‐ Drink us, nigga!
[door closes]
[whispers] Hello?
PHIL: [funny voices] Toast‐N‐Butter. Bloom & Hill.
It's a magical partnership. We got news for you, Keef!
‐ We‐‐we... we are just so jazzed
for your Golden Con panel on Saturday.
‐ Gonna live stream it. We really think it'll widen your audience.
‐ And at the panel, we'll announce
Toast‐N‐Butter starts syndication next week.
‐ Yeah, it's gonna open in 35 markets in the U. S.!
‐ And we just found out that the top‐selling bread in the U. S.
wants to license your artwork.
‐ How excited are you, huh? How excited are we?
‐ Are you okay?
‐ Does this photo look right?
‐ Mm‐hmm. ‐ Did you guys lighten my photo?
I...I look like Sammy Sosa.
‐ Uh...that's just a mock‐up for publicity.
So... ‐ Am I too black for my own comic strip?
‐ [laughing] No, trust me.
No one's gonna ever accuse you of being too black, okay?
‐ I'm sorry, what? ‐ What?
‐ Hmm? ‐ Hmm?
‐ What'd you say? ‐ What he means to say
is it's what we like about you.
Your crossover index is in the 95th percentile.
Here at B&H, we champion the data.
We don't see color.
PHIL: Racial stuff, huh? Am I right?
‐ Sammy!
Uh...ha.
I am so sorry, but I‐‐ I‐I really have to go.
Uh...
‐ Is he mad?
[intense rock music]
♪ ♪
‐ Stupid.
[muttering] Man. Yeah, all right.
SINGER: ♪ What's that sound, coming down? ♪
♪ Breaking ground all around, hear it pound ♪
♪ Something wicked this way comes, comes ♪
♪ Vocals, guitar ♪
Darn...ell...
SINGER: ♪ Playin' with the money like ♪
♪ Wha wha wha wha ♪
♪ Wha wha ♪
♪ I'll be playin' with the money like wha ♪
♪ Still got a lot more ta go ♪
♪ Made it back 'fore I walk through the door ♪
‐ Welcome to Darnell's.
SINGER: ♪ Like wah, wah ♪ ‐ So...
where...is...
Darnell? BARBER: The old black dude?
He retired. Moved back down South.
But we kept the name and the soul of the place.
Still got all the Ebony and Jet magazines.
Plus, complimentary Hennessy.
SINGER: ♪ Yeah, uh‐huh, we tryin' to eat ♪
♪ Makin' money, take it back to the streets ♪
‐ I know. [shears buzzing]
You want a number 42.
‐ Okay.
[jazzy music]
None of this makes sense.
VOICE: Keefy K, where you goin'?
I know you hear me.
Down here, my brother. That's right.
I'm a talkin' trashcan. I got eyes, I got a nose.
I can smell things. I stink sometimes.
I'm a trashcan. And that ain't even close to normal,
but you ain't even close to normal, not anymore.
‐ Oh, this is, this is... come on Keef, Keef, Keef.
This is all wrong. TRASHCAN: I tell you what's wrong.
Those man‐bun co‐optin' gentrifyin' devils!
That ain't no barber shop in there.
That's a negro‐land section
of some bullshit hipster magical kingdom
where everybody's so fascinated with whiskey.
What's left for a burdened black man
if we can't go to the barber shop?
Therapy? You know we don't trust doctors.
Spin class? We don't ride bicycles that don't go nowhere.
You really think Darnell moved away.
Or was he forced out?
Darnell ain't from the South. He from Cleveland.
‐ [softly] No...no...
‐ Keef, I'm a trashcan. I don't have arms. I can't fight 'em.
But you can.
‐ No...no...no...
‐ Fuck 'em.
‐ Yeah, fuck 'em.
KEEF: Fuck 'em! TRASHCAN: Fuck 'em!
‐ Fuck 'em! ‐ Fuck 'em!
‐ You know what to do.
‐ Oh, I know what to do. Ha ha.
Oh, I know exactly what to do.
What do I do?
‐ You know what to do.
‐ The right thing.
[funky music]
♪ ♪
Aah!
TRASHCAN: Fuck 'em!
[soft percussive music]
♪ ♪
You gonna talk to me now too?
No?
Anybody else?
Anybody wanna get anything off they chest?
What about you, huh?
Nothin'?
I'm crazy.
Oh, boy.
COOK: And this celery is gonna add not just texture
but just a little‐‐ ‐ Well, you can't get no sicker than that.
[laughter]
CLOVIS: This ain't really my crib.
What's up, my boy? Hey, um...we, uh, just passin' through.
I'ma do a quick little change.
Keef, this is Simone.
Simone, this is Keef. SIMONE: Where's the bathroom?
First door on the right. Yeah, there you go.
All right with your fine self. Ah, ah.
‐ So... CLOVIS: Mm‐hmm.
‐ Who are you today? ‐ I play, uh, soccer, okay?
For a team in Brazil. But call that shit fútbol.
‐ You're a professional soccer star...
CLOVIS: Yeah. ‐ Who lives here with roommates.
‐ It's fútbol. KEEF: Mm.
‐ You droppin' the ball right now.
And I‐I don't live here. Look at this.
I got a crib. I got a mansion in Rio.
‐ Real quick, uh, what language do they speak in Brazil?
‐ Brazilianese. I don't know‐‐shit. ‐ Okay.
Yeah, you got it. ‐ Don't hold me down.
‐ Extraordinary! Tell me about this.
‐ Oh, I love Antique Appraisals!
KEEF: Mmm. Isn't it great?
ANNE: Well, it was given to me by my great‐ great uncle,
Colonel John Beasly.
He got it as a gift from the Sioux tribe.
‐ Oh, for fuck's sakes, how many times do I have to tell you?
It's Yokut, not Sioux!
Yokut. ‐ Mm.
‐ Beasly and his regiment slaughtered the tribe that made me,
took all their possessions, and raped the horses.
‐ Raped the horses? SPOON: You heard me. Raped the horses.
‐ What? ‐ Huh? What?
‐ That white man was a freak!
He even stuck me up his ass while he was doin' it!
Horse rapist! Motherfuck him and John Wayne.
‐ Huh...he raped the horses.
This guy, but not‐‐
the person who gave the spoon, he would‐‐
This is your favorite show. It's not mine, I mean, it's‐‐
‐ Simone, you ready, cutie?
She still in the bathroom? ‐ Y‐‐uh...
So he was rapin' horses, and I told her he was rapin' horses‐‐
‐ Have you lost your mind?
We‐‐we said fútbol.
‐ I am sitting here trying to watch
this white celebration of cultural plunder.
Let me ask you a question, Clovis.
Have you ever seen black people on Antique Appraisals?
‐ No! Because black people like new shit.
GUNTHER: Whoo! Ho ho ho!
Man. Yep, guess who just got
seed money for his new energy powder?
Oh, God, what? Is this an intervention?
Because I can quit anytime.
CLOVIS: Gunther, not right now, bro.
Go back in your room. I'm talkin' to Keef.
I'm trying to figure out where my girl went.
‐ No way, I'm too jacked up. Let's pop bottles,
make cupcakes‐‐ ‐ Why don't we just shut up for second!
All I wanna do is watch TV.
‐ [sighs]
What's really goin' on, bro?
‐ What, is this about the... cop thing?
‐ What cop thing? KEEF: Okay.
So...so earlier, I got my ass beat by the police
because apparently I fit the description.
‐ 6' black male.
‐ Bro, we are all 6' black men to them.
All of us! ‐ Sure, I mean, you're... shorter than that,
but...get what you're saying.
‐ I‐‐it was‐‐ I didn't do anything!
I was just walking and then...
and then Gunther showed up
and he took on the entire SFPD by himself.
‐ Ha ha, yes, I did.
I was pissed, dude. You shoulda saw me.
I was all up in this cop's face and I, like,
grabbed his wrist. CLOVIS: Really?
‐ Probably bruised it. ‐ They shoulda shot you.
‐ No, no, they'd never do that. CLOVIS: Damn, bro.
‐ Well, they would have, you know,
if he were...if he was‐‐ if he was black.
‐ Houston, we have a problem.
This nigga woke.
‐ Which is...great news.
That's a great thing, right?
‐ You worked hard not to be that brother, didn't you?
And you felt special.
Then the police showed up and what?
They showed you how they feel about special niggas?
Now we gotta hear about it because all the shit is new to you?
Come on, man!
‐ No, no, see, I'm not stupid, okay?
I know this type of stuff happens all the time,
and I know this is gonna sound fucked up, but...
I just didn't think it would happen to me.
‐ Well, who did you think it was gonna happen to, Keef?
Huh? Who?
‐ You.
And then ever since then, my mind has been‐‐ah!
Man, you don't wanna know what's goin' on in my brain right now.
CLOVIS: You gotta walk this shit off, man.
You gotta get a juice box, find a safe space.
Whatever the fuck you need to do to not be woke,
you need to do it.
Come on, you know what rhymes with woke, right?
‐ Coke? ‐ No, nigga!
Broke. ‐ Mmm.
‐ Broke rhymes with woke.
Keef, your fans who are mostly what‐‐white people...
‐ Tis true. We love your stuff.
‐ They showin' up tomorrow
to see Toast‐N‐Butter Keef Knight,
not Malcolm X Keef Knight.
So as your friend, I'm gonna give you a little advice.
Maintain, motherfucker.
Maintain.
GUNTHER: Did you tell Trina about this?
‐ Man, Trina not gonna understand this shit, bro.
She'll blame us.
‐ You know, I can't help but feel like this is that moment in the Matrix.
Do I take the red pill or the blue pill?
'Cause if I take the red pill...
‐ I have...both in my room if you wanna experiment.
[mellow hip‐hop]
TRINA: Don't worry. I should be outta there by 3:00,
3:30 at the latest, and I'll head right over.
You're gonna kill it, babe.
Oh, I cannot wait.
‐ [small laugh]
‐ What's up?
‐ Huh?
‐ Did something happen at Bloom & Hill?
‐ No, Bloom & Hill was...
you know, it was fine.
Okay, y‐you ever wonder if
the trajectory of your life is
completely out of your control?
‐ No.
Like I always tell you, you get what you deserve.
‐ That simple, huh?
‐ Yeah. I mean, look at you.
You chose this crazy career. You, you know, believed in yourself,
and now it's finally paying off.
‐ Yeah. okay.
‐ So stop worrying.
You got this.
‐ It's gettin' late.
Should probably get some sleep.
‐ Yeah, you do have a big day tomorrow.
‐ Yeah. You too.
[rock music]
‐ Got your energy right here. Yes, absolutely.
‐ [softly] Maintain.
Maintain. Maintain.
♪ ♪
[mic feedback screeches]
CINDY: Hello, thank you. Thank you.
Welcome! ‐ Look at us, man!
We're gonna be world‐famous. ‐ Jesus.
‐ This is amazing! ‐ We're gonna be the next Garfield!
‐ Yeah, that's what I want.
‐ Stay the course, and we'll have everything we need.
‐ Everything‐‐ greeting cards, pillow covers.
‐ Keychains. ‐ CGI movie adaptations!
‐ You can drink milk for every meal!
‐ What?! Now you went too far.
‐ Don't listen to Wonder Boy and Cow Fat.
We made them. They did not make us. Look at me.
Who was there in fourth grade when you drew
a pair of titties on the back cover of your math book, huh?
Me, that's who. Listen when I tell you
these two are holdin' us back.
‐ Don't listen to that angry marker.
He won't even take his cap off during the National Anthem.
‐ Some of the greatest works in history are about nothing!
‐ I'm done with the safe Negro shuffle for these two bozos.
It's time to get visible, my brother, because right now
nobody even sees you. [both grumbling]
Disappear. You're gone, like magic.
‐ Well, that's untrue, because his photo's right there!
MARKER: That's not him.
That dude right there looks like Wesley Snipes in a Kabuki theater production
of Raisin in the Sun. ‐ [whispering] That's what I been saying.
‐ We are extremely pleased to announce
for the first time the Keef strip local favorite Toast‐N‐Butter
will be nationally syndicated starting next week!
‐ Take a chill pill. Relax.
Do not let this get away from you.
‐ Once again, give it up for Keef Knight!
[cheers and applause]
‐ You got this.
‐ You don't really want to be known as the guy
who draws boring breakfast food.
Hm. You can't go out like that.
Because I won't let you! The fog has been lifted.
I can see! The lines have been drawn.
It's time to make your mark.
[crowd murmurs]
‐ Maintain, motherfucker. Maintain.
‐ Uh, another round of applause for Bloom & Hill's
very own Phil and Cindy, yeah?
And these images‐‐ somehow you managed to make the toast...
darker than me!
[scattered laughs]
And you, my friend, tell us,
what was your inspiration behind blackface?
Speak into the mic. Tell the audience how you‐‐
‐ I did this to stay true to your character for‐‐
you know, every time he gets burnin' mad.
‐ Ah. TOAST MAN: This is San Francisco‐‐
‐ Was waiting to hear that one. ‐ We don't see color here.
Huh?
And we don't care if you're black, white,
blue, purple, or green.
‐ Time out. I gotta stop you there.
You know where I draw the line? At them goddamn green people!
[laughter]
Huh? The greens‐‐
nothin' but a bunch of lazy‐ass deadbeats and welfare cheats!
They ain't got nothin' on the blues.
Damn blues!
‐ Does he seem off to you?
KEEF: That‐‐that's something. Look at that.
‐ Ah...well... KEEF: Blues is driving around all crazy...
‐ Did he tell you what happened?
KEEF: When you come here, speak our language. ‐ No.
‐ Now, look, unless Avatar is a documentary,
there's no such thing as blue people.
Green people don't exist.
Reality matters.
It is a real thing.
And when you tell me you don't see color,
you are choosing to ignore a very important part of who I am.
"I‐I had no idea you were black."
I got news for you‐‐ that is not a compliment.
It sucks to hear that!
[classical music]
And why the hell can a white man openly sell energy powder
when it's very obvious that it is cocaine
and no one raises an eyebrow,
but a black man can't hold a stapler without bein' taken down?
GUNTHER: [whispering] It's not cocaine.
‐ What is happening? What is going on?
What are we doing?
You know, I have been in the sausage factory for so long,
yet I never knew how the sausage was made.
♪ ♪
I am the sausage.
♪ ♪
I am the sausage!
GUNTHER: Is he coming out?
‐ And just so we're on the same page,
the sausage factory is the systemic oppression directed at people of color
here in America,
and we have got to tear the entire system to shreds!
Just because my roommate is African‐American
and wears Jordans does not make him a pro athlete.
SIMONE: What?
KEEF: Stop saying slavery was a long time ago.
You know what else was a long time ago?
Jesus. You don't get over that.
‐ [softly] Did he just say "Get over Jesus"?
‐ No, no, no! This is not what we had planned!
‐ Lighten up, dude. Remember your condo.
‐ Lighten up? I know he didn't just say lighten up.
No, let's darken it up right now.
‐ You want me to lighten up? BUTTER: Yeah. ‐ Get the fuck off me.
‐ I'm melting!
BUTTER: Take a chill pill. Relax.
‐ Stop it! ‐ Jesus hates you!
KEEF: You want‐‐ FAN: Is he dancing?
FAN 2: We want Toast‐N‐Butter!
‐ How 'bout this? You want Toast‐N‐Butter?
Fuck Toast.
[crowd booing] And fuck Butter!
Yeah! ‐ Yep, he's lost it.
[crowd murmuring]
‐ [grunting]
Yeah! This is really good card stock.
GUNTHER: But, yeah, we shouldn't have let him out of the house.
That was stupid. Oh, look, there he is.
TRINA: Keef. Hey.
Are...you okay?
‐ Yeah. I'm better.
‐ You know what?
For once, I wasn't expecting the worst.
But you impressed me, dawg.
You fucked this up in a unique and unexpected way.
GUNTHER: Okay. That seems a little negative.
Look at the bright side. There's still a very, very
super small chance you didn't destroy your career.
‐ No, I blew it. I blew it.
So now I just have to...
[inhales, exhales]
walk this off.
And it'll be... GUNTHER: Yeah. CLOVIS: That's it.
GUNTHER: Cool, cool, all right.
‐ Keef. Keef, wait.
You know you can talk to me, right?
‐ I'll talk to you later.
[James Blake's Don't Miss It plays]
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ The world has shut me out ♪
♪ ♪
♪ If I give everything, I lose everything ♪
♪ Don't miss it, oh oh oh oh oh oh ♪
♪ Don't miss it ♪
♪ Oh oh oh oh oh oh ♪
♪ Like I did ♪
♪ ♪
[sighs]
‐ Get the fuck outta here! You're that dude, right?
‐ Oh, yes. Sorry, yeah, uh,
Toast‐N‐Butter, right. Um...
although, after tonight, I'm not so sure.
‐ No, you're that dude that got his ass stomped by the cops the other day!
Yeah, I saw that shit go down. ‐ Oh...yeah.
‐ Felt real bad about that shit.
‐ Well, you know, man, it kinda hits you in ways you don't expect.
‐ Naw, man, it's 'cause it's me they were looking for.
[laughs]
So what's in the bag, homie?
‐ [sighing] You're robbing me.
Okay.
Okay, I‐I got nothin'.
So... ‐ Oh, you got nothin'.
‐ I got nothin'.
‐ You broke as hell.
‐ Well...
‐ This BART card still good?
‐ I just loaded it yesterday.
‐ Ha ha! That's what's up!
Hey, you stay safe, Toast‐N‐Butter man.
‐ Huh. ‐ Cops are everywhere.
Huh? ‐ Whoa‐‐wait.
All right, now.
What are you doin' to me?
‐ Ha ha ha ha!
KEEF: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
[soft music]
♪ ♪
TOAST: We're gonna be world‐famous!
MARKER: We made them, they did not make us!
MALT LIQUOR 2: It's like a superpower.
TRASHCAN: Mr. Policeman did a number on ya.
VOICE: I can't tell my story, but you can, Keef.
TRASHCAN: You really think Darnell moved away?
[overlapping voices]
MARKER: Make your mark!
So what are you gonna do now?
[Khari Mateen's Where Did They Go]
SINGER: ♪ Young men shipped out today ♪
♪ Sittin' on another man's land ♪
♪ Piece by piece takin' it away ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Did a few things that you just can't say ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Eyes wide, keep it on the prize ♪
♪ Or you might get blown away ♪
♪ Where ♪
♪ Where did they go ♪
♪ Where ♪
♪ Where did they go ♪
♪ Where ♪
♪ Where did they go ♪
♪ Where ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Souls lost in the city ♪
♪ Take this pill, it'll make you feel all right ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Calm you down, make you sleep at night ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Where ♪
♪ Where did they go ♪
♪ Where ♪