♪ ♪
‐ I got a bad feeling about this.
GUNTHER: Oh, I love this. You kidding me?
We shop online way too much.
This is the Amazon of the streets.
CLOVIS: All right, man, can you both chill, bro?
Just relax and act like you've been here before.
KEEF: I could be drawing right now.
What are we doing?
‐ Ah‐ah! Caw‐caw!
‐ What are you doing?
♪ ♪
‐ What up? You got my shit?
‐ You got my money?
‐ The fuck I look like, Boo‐Boo the fool?
I already paid you, man.
I Venmoed you.
‐ Did he really just say Venmo?
What, apps are taking over the black market now?
Geez.
‐ Why don't we just go to a store?
‐ Okay, first of all, we can't go to a store.
These sneakers are exclusive.
Stores sell out. Stores have lines.
I come here, I get multiple pairs,
I flip 'em later on, right, for more money,
keep all the profit.
Get it? All right.
Let me make sure that's that good shit
that's pure.
The fuck is this? ‐ It's a flyer, man.
Climate change walkout next week.
Drew it myself.
‐ Don't give a fuck about climate change, nigga.
Hey, stop putting that shit in my box, man.
‐ One leaf at a time, man.
Save the air, man. You gotta care.
You too, Curly. You gotta come down.
CLOVIS: I gotta get a new connect.
I don't talk to crackpots.
‐ Have a good one, you guys.
Mr. Clovis, I'll see you next week, dawg.
♪ ♪
‐ Are you going flip this? ‐ You should be proud of them.
‐ Keef Knight.
‐ Hey! Ayana. AYANA: Hey.
You scrub the Internet clean yet?
‐ Actually, that's funny.
But I do wanna show you something.
Check this out. Toast‐N‐Butter 2.0.
TOAST: I knead to kneel.
BUTTER: Whoa. That's some sour dough.
‐ Ah, "Breakfast of champions." Nice.
I like you again.
‐ I might start liking you again if you run my stuff.
‐ Oh, okay. ‐ Okay.
‐ Ah, you know I built his desk, right?
‐ Excuse me?
‐ No, I'm saying, if you ever need anything done,
I'm your man.
I can do that, you know?
‐ Yeah. If I need anything, I'm my man.
‐ Yo, 'sup? ‐ Oh.
‐ Hey, what the fuck? ‐ Uh...
‐ Oh, boy. Oh, damn!
Sorry, I, uh‐‐ I actually just sold my shirt
to some pop‐up bro over there.
50 bucks. Can you believe it?
‐ Wow. There's more of them.
Uh, do you know any normal people?
‐ Define "normal."
‐ Oh. Define "people."
‐ Okay.
What? "Sold out"?
I've been waiting for three hours.
‐ Ay, so you know what's crazy?
Um, I actually sell shoes.
You know, we just came from picking up some joints.
‐ No promises, but send me your new stuff.
‐ Okay. ‐ Yes, of course, thank you.
‐ Bye, Keef. ‐ All right, take it easy.
‐ See you later. ‐ Wow.
‐ Bye.
See you later, baby.
Hey, who was that? KEEF: Never gonna happen.
But she actually done it. ‐ But she do, though.
‐ And that's the interesting part.
‐ Hey. Keef Knight.
KEEF: Yeah.
‐ Toast‐N‐Butter. ‐ Yes.
‐ Hey, man, I'm a fan. ‐ Yes.
Aw, thank you, man. I appreciate that.
‐ Hey, do you think you could sign something for me?
‐ Sure, yeah.
CLOVIS: Who this person again?
‐ You've been served.
‐ What?
Bloom & Hill? ‐ Fuck.
KEEF: It's a cease and desist from Bloom & Hill.
It says here that they own the rights
to Toast‐N‐Butter,
and that if I post any more comics,
they will sue.
GUNTHER: What? But they're yours!
Like, you, like, birthed them. ‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ I know, but I also gave away those rights when I signed.
‐ You are a terrible mother.
CLOVIS: Ooh, shit.
‐ What? What?
And don't say "woke equals broke."
What is it? ‐ Well, in your case, it does.
Yeah, they say they want their advance back, my brother.
‐ Let me see that.
‐ Oh, fuck.
‐ I spent all of this money.
GUNTHER: Fuck that.
Fight it. Go to court.
CLOVIS: Mm‐hmm. ‐ How am I gonna go to court?
I have no money. I can't afford an attorney.
‐ You better figure something out.
Mrs. Chang would've let you slide,
but as your temporary landlord,
I'm gonna be coming for that rent check real soon,
and I'm coming in hot.
CLOVIS: Don't even worry about what he talking about.
It's the gig economy, right? Think about it.
There's a lot of stuff you can do for money.
You can drop off somebody groceries,
deliver somebody weed,
hell, you can drop off somebody step‐kids at school.
‐ Well, why does it have to be step‐kids?
‐ Because who gonna send their real kids with Keef?
‐ Hmm.
CLOVIS: Hey, real talk though?
You gotta do something.
♪ ♪
‐ One week, max.
‐ Because I'm an artist.
Look, I'll be fine. I don't wanna do this forever.
It's temporary. It really is.
You know, I get in, I get out.
Two weeks, max. ‐ Two weeks, max.
KEEF: Because this is the gig economy.
Right? That's why it exists.
For folks like me to‐‐ to bridge that gap
and, it sounds cliché,
but turn my dreams into a reality.
♪ ♪
Six weeks, max.
♪ ♪
MARKER: Rideshare?
You didn't think this whole thing through.
The gig economy is a hamster wheel
that smothers revolt.
You should be starting a revolution,
not a Ford Fusion!
‐ Okay now. MARKER: Here's an idea.
Just say no to the bullshit and draw some new shit.
Here's another idea.
Make sure the new shit ain't about that bullshit!
‐ You done? Can I work, please?
MARKER: Nah, buddy.
Rideshare is not the move.
It only leads to violence.
Didn't you see Taxi Driver?
KEEF: Shut the fuck up!
‐ Yeah. I got you, baby.
‐ Man, I'm feeling Chinese.
Wanna hit Gain Wah?
‐ Yeah, gimme one second, bro.
I'm low‐key cyber‐stalking Ayana.
‐ What's the difference between low‐key cyber‐stalking
and then just, I don't know, plain old cyber‐stalking?
‐ One sounds less creepy.
‐ Oh. No, no.
That's not true at all. ‐ Mm‐hmm, yes, it does.
‐ So Gain Wah?
‐ I'll probably just Postmate it.
That's cool? ‐ No, no, no, no, no.
We're going to the brick‐and‐mortar.
‐ Bro, we can watch Rick and Morty right here.
Just take a seat, brother. Come on.
‐ No, the brick‐and‐mortar.
An actual store. A place of business.
A destination where there's humans
cooking food for you.
‐ Right.
That's like where Postmates goes, right,
and humans still cook the food, and they pick it up
and bring it to me and you.
‐ This is the reason we're losing our humanity.
There's no personal connection.
Not to mention, you are lining the pockets of‐‐
‐ Tech bros?
Big business?
Blah, blah, blah.
You make friendship hard.
Dude, I am sick of this secondhand woke shit.
It is "white boy wasted," not "white boy woke."
Let's go.
‐ So is that low‐key or high‐key stalking?
‐ First of all, this is regular‐key.
Look, sneakers her weakness.
That's what your boy is about to exploit.
‐ Gunther Morris.
You are a temporary landlord.
Temporary.
Which means you can't just come in here
and change the way we do things.
We've always paid the rent with Zelle, Venmo, PayPal,
any of the other 50 apps that I could name right now.
‐ I may be temporary,
but Mrs. Chang put me in charge, all right?
And I plan to wield that power like a weapon
because it pleases me.
‐ Okay, well, I'm not paying by check,
so I hope that pleases you.
‐ Mm, yeah, you are, okay?
If I can't fold your rent into origami,
I ain't taking it.
‐ Why would you fold my rent?
That makes no sense.
‐ Good day, sir. Step aside?
A landlord wishes to pass through his hallway.
Clovis? Onward.
Our meal awaits.
♪ ♪
‐ Can't believe you made me walk down all them stairs.
We could've Postmated this shit.
‐ Your landlord is buying.
‐ Nah, it's just been a crazy day, you know?
I had a‐‐I had a mom throw three kids in the backseat
and say, "Take them to school!"
You ever heard of Toast‐N‐Butter?
You ever hear of a comic strip?
Had a guy give me an envelope,
drove it across town, slid it under a door,
so pretty sure I did a drug deal.
♪ ♪
Oh.
KIMMEL: ♪ Oh, I'm living the good life ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Yeah, that's the way I want it ♪
♪ Oh, I'm living the good, good, good life ♪
♪ Yeah, that's the way I want it ♪
♪ Oh, I'm living the good life ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Yeah, that's the way I want it ♪
♪ ♪
‐ Okay, this is good. This is good.
I can, um...
nope, this sucks.
♪ ♪
KIMMEL: ♪ Something amazing gonna happen ♪
‐ Can we not do that with the‐‐ with the sauce and stuff?
KIMMEL: ♪ I'm living the good life, oh ♪
‐ ‐ Are you okay?
‐ No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
What are you doing? BOTH: Eat more chicken.
KEEF: No, no, no, that's not the way to go.
‐ She's fine! She's fine.
‐ I didn't even do anything.
I didn't even‐‐
Oh.
Okay.
♪ ♪
Ah. Let's see here.
All right, where am I going?
435...
Martodd. All right.
GPS: All right. Let's go.
Turn right on Balboa. KEEF: Right.
GPS: Then turn left on Arguello.
Or not. ‐ What?
GPS: This is not the type of guidance I usually give,
but pull the plug on me.
On the app. ‐ Oh, come on.
GPS: Seriously, I'm trying to help you here.
What are you waiting for? ‐
GPS: Do the right thing
and drop this Driving Miss Daisy shtick.
‐ Well, you know, I would if I could,
but unfortunately, I have to pay back an advance.
Eat. You know, food?
And then I have to buy OxiClean
so I can remove whatever stains are in my backseat.
GPS: Have you even finished a comic?
How much did you make today?
Hmm?
‐ $61?
‐ $61.
CLOVIS: I could've made more than that
in 15 minutes on OnlyFans eating my Reese's.
Shit, people love watching me eat my Reese's.
‐ Honestly, you make them look like they taste so good.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ I mean, seriously, guys.
What the hell?
People don't survive on $61.
‐ Worldwide?
Man, that shit global upper‐middle class.
‐ Oh, shit.
Somebody's been watching Frontline.
‐ True, true. I be learning.
‐ I'm so screwed.
I'm so screwed.
You know how much this car costs?
If I quit now, I literally lose money.
‐ See, that's because you're on the hamster wheel.
That's why I only work for myself.
I'll be damned if I get out there
and ride‐sharecrop.
‐ You're the one who told me to do it in the first place.
‐ Yeah, and you fucked it up.
Oh, shit.
Yaphet Kottos are in.
Ayana size.
‐ Good news. Got a job.
I think.
Mm...
Wait.
Are you FourLeafClovis? ‐ Mm‐hmm.
KEEF: Did you just hire me to drive to Milpitas?
Sorry. It's too much traffic, man.
I just‐‐there's no way. I'm not doing it.
‐ Do you talk back to all your customers?
‐ I'm just saying, I just can't‐‐
that's too f‐‐that‐‐no.
‐ Look, why don't you just give blood
or donate sperm?
I mean, that's what I do.
‐ Nope.
I can't do needles
and I don't masturbate in public anymore.
‐ Well, I mean, I can masturbate anywhere.
It's one of my gifts.
‐ Okay.
Because I don't have that particular set of skills,
I have to go and drive 40 miles through traffic
to pick up shoes for someone
because they don't have their learner's permit.
‐ Mm‐hmm. See ya.
‐ You better tip me.
‐ Psst.
I'm not tipping him.
‐ How's your day going?
‐ Mm.
Look, I can't draw. I can't sleep.
Every day, I wake up and I stare
at six different apps that I'm working,
trying to see if I'm gonna come out ahead
at the end of the night or behind.
You know, I'm talking too much.
I'm gonna stop talking right now.
‐ You draw?
Are you an artist?
‐ A cartoonist, technically. ‐ Mm.
‐ Toast‐N‐Butter.
It's a little strip I used to do.
‐ I know Toast‐N‐Butter.
From the newspaper, right?
KEEF: Yeah. ‐ Wow.
‐ So now I've just been driving around, you know,
doing this, trying to find inspiration
for my next thing, you know.
‐ I'm throwing a party later.
Some of my friends are in the art world.
Grants and commissions mostly.
I think you'd be a lovely addition.
‐ Oh.
Wow. Thank you.
Uh...
it's‐‐oh, I have to work.
Otherwise, I'd‐‐sure, I'd be...
‐ How about if I paid you?
‐ Hmm.
That's not weird. Is it weird?
I mean, it is good money.
‐ Hold up.
So she giving you‐‐ you‐‐
$400 to go to a party?
‐ Yeah.
‐ Uh, to do what?
‐ To draw, you know?
Well, according to her, I'm capturing the essence
of the party.
‐ How do you capture an essence, right?
Isn't, like, the whole thing about a essence
is that it's inherently, like, uncapturable?
‐ Yeah, she trying to capture that dick.
‐ Oh. ‐ No.
Look, I don't have to drive for money, you know,
or masturbate into a cup.
I can just draw.
‐ All right, well, make sure you get paid in cash,
'cause escorts get paid in cash.
‐ Hey.
Come on. You can tell me, man.
It's a sex party, right?
Dude, I've been to some weird sex parties.
There's this one where these old ladies
used to make me and my homies dress up like babies.
‐ What? GUNTHER: Yeah, that's not the weird part, though.
They would suck our titties.
‐ Okay.
‐ Yeah, man.
All right.
Whatever. Judge me.
♪ ♪
PERSON: Excuse me.
‐ Keef.
Hi! ‐ Hi.
‐ You made it. ‐ Yes.
Oh, hey. ‐
‐ Okay.
Two of 'em.
‐ Welcome.
‐ Uh, so where do you want me to set up?
‐ Well, look at you. All about the business.
‐ Oh, sorry.
‐ Relax. Meet some people.
‐ Mm. ‐ Hang out.
KEEF: Wow, this is some party you got going on.
‐ Just a few of my closest friends.
But there are a couple of art buyers here tonight
who were interested in meeting you.
KEEF: Oh, nice. HENSCHKE: Like these two.
Patience. Marigold.
Here is the artist I was telling you about.
‐ HENSCHKE:
They're very excited to meet you.
‐ I can tell.
‐ Hello. KEEF: Hello.
‐ I'm Patience. ‐ Patience?
That's, uh‐‐ that's my favorite virtue.
‐ You are so funny!
Do me. Do me.
‐ Do you? Oh.
Uh, what's your name?
‐ Marigold.
‐ That's my third favorite flower.
‐ I told you he was fabulous.
Let's get you a drink.
‐ Absolutely.
HENSCHKE: Excellent.
Come with me.
I promise I will bring him back.
PATIENCE: Yes, come back soon.
HENSCHKE: Now would you prefer red...
SINGER: ♪ I see you staring ♪
♪ Straight over me ♪
GUEST: He's probably a musician.
GUEST: A cartoonist? No way.
GUEST: He looks articulate.
GUEST: He's a very funny man.
GUEST: I heard he knows Kamala.
GUEST: Why is he dressed like a cat burglar?
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ I hear you talking ♪ SINGER: ♪ Talking ♪
SINGER: ♪ So quietly ♪ SINGER: ♪ Quietly ♪
SINGER: ♪ I hear you talking ♪ SINGER: ♪ Talking ♪
‐ You're a cartoonist?
SINGER: ♪ Unnecessarily ♪
‐ I love The Boondocks.
‐ They should've made Wakanda Land,
not Star Wars Land.
♪ ♪
‐ You'll love this. I was just in Uganda.
‐ Parliament or Funkadelic?
SINGER: ♪ So quietly ♪ SINGER: ♪ Quietly ♪
‐ I don't think OJ did it.
‐ So what's your opinion on reparations?
♪ ♪
‐ Excuse me.
Clovis.
I am the only Black dude at this party.
CLOVIS: Man, this is San Francisco.
You always the only Black person in the party.
‐ Yeah, but it didn't used to bother me before,
and it's bothering me now.
‐ Nigga, whatever. Hey, just save me a spot
when the orgy kick off.
‐ Hello?
Clovis!
♪ ♪
‐ Ayana?
That's crazy. What a coincidence.
Wow!
‐ Hi...uh...
‐ Clovis.
You met me with Keef the other day.
‐ Yes.
You were one of the, um...
yeah, I remember.
‐ Ha!
Um...but wow, McClaren's.
Wow, that's crazy. You know, this my spot.
I'm always in here.
‐ Really? Weird. CLOVIS: Yeah.
‐ This is my spot, and I never see you.
‐ Word?
‐ Have you been creeping on my IG page?
‐
You know what, I could lie. ‐ Mm‐hmm.
CLOVIS: But why do that, right? ‐ Right.
CLOVIS: You know what I did see?
I saw you also, uh, were looking
for those restocked Kottos,
and would you look...
what I have here?
‐ Okay.
This is some fuckboy shit. No thank you.
CLOVIS: No, no, no, no, no. Hey, listen, baby, no.
This ain't no fuckboy shit.
This is me
pursuing a woman that I'm interested in, right?
‐ Pursuing, stalking.
Women don't wanna be chased. We wanna be respected.
‐ And I respect you, baby.
I respect you. Come on.
Hey, I Ubered all the way to Milpitas
just to get these Kottos.
That's respect in itself.
‐ If you're ever asking yourself,
"What can I do to get this woman to sleep with me?"
‐ Mm‐hmm? AYANA: You're already wrong.
If a woman wants to sleep with you,
she'll let you know.
‐ But will she, though?
AYANA: Okay, good‐bye. ‐ Okay, wait, wait, wait.
Hey, hey, hey, look, look, look.
All right, all right, all right, you right, right? My bad.
Look, what I'm saying is, I get it.
You think you got it tough.
But try being a man, though.
I'm just saying.
If we wanna get some, we gotta chase you.
But then you say you don't wanna be chased.
Now, what kinda sense that make, baby?
‐ Wow, okay.
Give me the Kottos. I'll Venmo you.
♪ ♪
‐ What the fuck just happened?
LATASHA: ♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Poker face on and I fear there's trouble ♪
♪ Running out of steam so my feet get double ♪
♪ I don't get weak so the boys get subtle ♪
♪ I don't make time for the hate that's bubble ♪
♪ I don't even gotta explain what I gotta do to maintain ♪
ADRIENNE: Hey.
I'd say you have about 30 minutes
till they trap you in the Sunken Place.
‐ Well, it feels like I'm already there.
ADRIENNE: Do you want a drink?
KEEF: Um...
cool.
Thanks.
♪ ♪
‐ Why do people keep bringing up The Boondocks?
‐ Uh, well, I'm a cartoonist. Thank you.
Um, a cartoonist who is Black.
‐ Mm‐hmm. ‐ So there you go.
And you would think they would know other Black comic strips,
but apparently not.
‐ Well, to be fair, I don't know any comic strips,
Black or otherwise.
‐ Oh. So you're color‐blind?
‐ No, I just don't see cartoonists.
‐ Mm.
ADRIENNE: So why are you here, really?
‐ Well, I was paid to be here.
‐ Hmm? KEEF: Yeah.
Apparently, I'm the cool Black dude
hired to give this party some street cred.
‐ You're the cool Black guy? ‐ The cool and the only here.
Yes.
What about you? What are you doing here?
‐ Well, I'm bringing my own cred.
I'm an artist, so I'm just here to do, like, artist things.
‐ Mm. Yeah, how artsy.
‐ I'm Adrienne.
‐ Adrienne.
I'm Keef.
‐ Why do people keep doing that?
‐ The‐‐from Rocky.
Italian Stallion?
The prequel to Creed? ‐ Oh, I love Creed.
‐ Oh.
There we go. PATIENCE: Keef!
‐ Oh, shit.
This woman has been following me around the whole party.
‐ Is everything okay? You need to be saved?
‐ Well, she keeps wanting to touch my hair and, like, grab my‐‐
‐ Keef!
Chocolate bear!
LATASHA: ♪ Coming from my chest and my go‐go wine ♪
♪ Coming from my chest and my go‐go wine ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
‐ Jesus.
Hey, you know how much Ayana paid me for them Kottos?
59.99.
Dude, what the fuck I look like, Foot Locker?
‐ I told you she wasn't gonna fall
for that sinister sneaker game.
‐ No, you didn't‐‐
And what the fuck are you doing right now?
‐ Can you get the door please?
‐ No, I'm going through something.
‐ Come on, dude. I'm Zen as fuck!
‐ You ain't even doing nothing. You laying down.
I'm not getting the fucking door.
‐ God damn it.
Thanks.
Yeah, yeah. I'm coming.
Hey‐‐oh.
ADAM: So, Mr. Luddite,
as per our previous conversation,
I've been SurveyMonkeying the other tenants,
and I've come across an interesting bit of data.
Are you aware that I pay considerably higher rent
than everyone else in this building?
‐ Yeah. I know.
Mrs. Chang doesn't like you.
She doesn't like your kind. Neither do I.
‐ You want me to apologize for being born on third base?
I'm not gonna do that. That's just the way it is.
What I am going to do, though, is call my lawyer
and sue Mrs. Chang and yourself.
Or you can avoid all of this
and just let me pay my rent with a fucking app.
‐ Fine.
‐ Nice.
Ooh, gotta get those steps.
Nice seeing you. ‐ I bet.
Piece of shit.
‐ Ooh, you have got to forgive me.
I am a literally a starving artist,
both for food and also for inspiration.
‐ For inspiration? KEEF: Mm‐hmm.
‐ I always found that the best inspiration
was when my back was against the wall
and I was willing to do literally anything for money,
like accept an invitation from some crazy white woman
to be the cool Black guy at her bougie party.
‐ Well, it's only slightly more demeaning
than driving people around for a living.
‐ But I bet it pays better.
‐ Oh, anybody can drive a car.
But can anybody do what I am doing here right now?
‐ I sense a business opportunity.
‐ Ooh. Black People for Rent.
‐ This has been fun. I will see you around.
‐ Okay. ‐
♪ ♪
GREGORY: ♪ Mm‐hmm‐mm ♪
♪ Mm‐hmm‐mm ♪
♪ I try to run ♪
♪ And I grow weary ♪
♪ I try to walk ♪
♪ And I grow faint ♪
♪ Oh, I long to soar ♪
♪ On the wings like an eagle ♪
♪ But I look down ♪
♪ And I'm afraid ♪
♪ I'm afraid ♪
♪ But you lift me higher ♪
♪ Out of the fire ♪
♪ Out of the flames ♪
♪ I lost the feeling ♪
♪ But you give me meaning again ♪
♪ I'm singing revival ♪
CHOIR: ♪ Revival ♪
GREGORY: ♪ Revival song ♪
CHOIR: ♪ Revival ♪
GREGORY: ♪ I'm singing revival ♪
CHOIR: ♪ Revival ♪
GREGORY: ♪ Revival song ♪
CHOIR: ♪ Revival ♪
GREGORY: ♪ I'm trying to find you ♪
♪ Lost my way ♪
♪ Walk in the darkness ♪
♪ In search of day ♪
♪ I followed your footsteps ♪
♪ To the gates of the city ♪
♪ I saw your face ♪
♪ Oh, I'm not afraid ♪
♪ I'm not afraid, oh ♪
♪ You lift me higher ♪
♪ Out of the fire ♪
♪ Out of the flames ♪
♪ Oh, I lost the feeling ♪
♪ But you give me meaning again ♪
♪ Oh, my revival ♪