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There you go.

Thank you, Arthur.

And I hope I can count
on your vote tomorrow.

What are you talking about?

The Uptown Business Council
elections.

I believe
I would make a great leader.

And I think a certain
American president would agree.

No, I haven't been part of
that council for 15 years.

Oh.

I see.

Uh-huh. Yeah, a'ight.

Thanks for letting me know, man.

TUSH:
Hey, Franco,

was that the '90s
calling to say

they want
that sweater back?

(laughs)

Nah, it was my friend calling.

This dude I grew up with
just died in a car accident.

Oh. Sorry, man.

Great burn, wrong time.
Story of my life.

Ah, that's terrible, kid.
Were you close?

I mean, kind of.

I met him when I was painting

on his wall in his neighborhood.

And he thought I was tagging
his crew's block.

His "crew"?
You mean he was a gang member?

You were friends
with a guy in a gang?

Come on, Arthur, look, you
grow up in this neighborhood,

you gonna know a few dudes.

True dat.

What? I know some dudes, too.

No, I don't.

And the dope thing about Bam-Bam
was that he respected my skills.

So much that he made sure
I stayed out of his crew.

You know,
so I could focus on my art.

Pretty much protected me.

Wait a minute. Bam-Bam died?

Did you know him?

Well, I arrested him a lot.

Most of our conversation
was me reading him his rights.

Occasionally,
he'd throw in a:

"Get off me, bitch."

But that was mostly to James.

Sorry for your loss, Franco,
but Bam-Bam had quite a record.

Drug trafficking, assault.

All right, look,

but he was trying to
get away from all that.

I mean, I bet you ain't know
that Bam-Bam would give money

to people who fell
on hard times, too.

Yeah, money he made
selling drugs.

Look, I'm sorry,

but the guy was no saint.

All right, James.

Last one to the squad car
gets to drive.

I said "the last one."

You know, for a cop,
he's not a great listener.

Yo, Arthur,

would it be cool if I brought
some friends back here?

You know,
after the funeral tomorrow?

Chill out, catch up?

Yeah, yeah. Sure, kid.

All right.

Wait, you're gonna let him
bring his gang friends here?

They're not in a gang.

Well...

Most of them are not in a gang.

Well...

Well, you're lucky
I'm not president yet,

because such things
will not be tolerated

under the Fawz
Al-Shahrani regime.

"Regime"?

Sorry, I sound
like a dictator.

I meant empire.

What's up, everybody?

Glorious, glorious day.

Sweatpants must not know
about Bam-Bam yet.

He ain't gonna take this well.

Yo, Sweatpants,
I got some news, man.

As do I. Boom.

"Local Chicago kid wins $50
on a scratch-off ticket."

Donut holes for everybody.

That's dope, but
listen up, man.

That's not even
the dopest part.

So I went to
get myself a sub, right?

Turns out the fridge
was broken,

and they weren't sure
about the meat or the mayo,

so they gave me
the sandwich for free.

(phone vibrates)

Man...

That's disgusting.

But Sweatpants, man...

Listen up, man. I...

Oh, no way.
Remember Sonya?

The girl who said she never
wanted to see you again?

Here's a twist:

she does want
to see me again.

It feels like
International Sweatpants Day.

He's too happy,
I can't do it.

I got this, kiddo.
(grunts)

The key is to ease into it.
(clicks tongue)

Hey, Sweatpants,
how's it going?

Good.

Bam-Bam is dead.

(whistles)

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Man, I still can't believe
Bam-Bam's gone.

Yeah. But you
know what?

Let's pour one
out for Double B.

Yeah.

Miss you, man.

RIP, Bam.

Love you, man.

Well, I still work here,
so I should clean that up.

Arthur, donuts
for my colleagues.

You're looking at
the new president

of the Uptown
Business Council.

I won in a landslide.

No one else ran, huh?

No, s-someone else ran.

It's not that big of...

Arthur, this is Manfred.
He owns a gay paper store.

It is a paper store.
I just happen to be gay.

Right, right.

He runs it
with his buddy.

He is my husband.

And he's working
as my cashier,

while he tries to pass
the real estate exam...

again.

Well, it's nice
to meet you, Manfred.

And, uh, congratulations, Fawz.

Thank you.

Arthur, I cannot believe

you let those gang
people in here.

Listen, anyone with
a shirt and shoes

and a hole to put a donut in
is welcome here.

But, Arthur, we are
trying to attract

upscale businesses
to the neighborhood,

not scare them away.

As council president,

I ask that you expel
them immediately.

No, Fawz.

Okay, I didn't want
to have to do this,

but I command you!

Oh.

Why didn't that work?

'Cause you're
not a wizard.

Bam-Bam touched so
many lives, you know?

Yeah. I was starting
to get into drugs.

Then, he saw my passion
for rhyming and pushed me.

Yeah, into
the rap game?

Cooler.
Children's literature.

My latest book,

Captain Lance France
and his Banana Pants Dance,

come out next month.

I'm doing a signing
at Barnes & Noble.

Whatever. NBD,
which means...

I know what it means, Big Mike.
What about you, Vince?

Bam-Bam's the reason
I became a dentist.

You know, I was just a
nerd with fresh breath,

but he saw something
more in me.

And now, I have a
Porsche and a hot wife

who only loves
me for my money.

Wow, man.
That's the dream.

Well-well, I remember

when Bam-Bam saw me tagging up
the neighborhood, right?

A-And he said I should
become an artist.

And it changed the direction
of my whole life.

You're an artist?

I thought you
worked here.

I do. You know,
while I'm working on my art.

Yeah, I-I put in a lot of hours
here at the shop,

and, you know, it's hard
to find the time, but...

Well, you got to work
that creative muscle.

For me, every day,

it's wake up, meditate,
banana pants.

Right, right.
B-B-Banana pants.

It-It's okay, Franco.

Everybody goes at
their own pace.

You'll get to
it someday.

(chuckles nervously)
Yeah.

Well, you know, one day
I'll fulfill my dreams,

but, uh, right now, it's time
to fill those Boston creams.

Nice rhyme.

You ever thought
about children's books?

Nah.

Good.

Hey, kid, your friends
are still outside.

What are you doing here?

Man, I just had to finish
those Boston creams.

Oh, boy. Look,
I-I know you're sad,

but the custard gun
is not the answer.

It's not just that.

Seeing all my friends
made me realize

that Bam-Bam put all this faith
in my art,

and what have I done with it?
Nothing.

Hmm. You know, when I was a kid,

I wanted to play harmonica
in a blues band.

Yeah, I wanted to be
one of the great ones,

you know, like Little Walter
or Sugar Blue.

I was gonna be "Sugar Jew."

Man, you own a donut shop,
you are "Sugar Jew."

(laughing):
Yeah, I know.

Anyway, I got busy
running the shop,

marrying Joanie, and, uh,
life just got away from me.

I mean, my dream
just passed me by. Hmm.

(sighs)
I've been meaning to paint.

But I get so tired after work.

And, you know,
canvases are expensive.

Oh, come on, come on.
Those are just excuses.

Huh? Come on.

You're a resourceful guy, right?
You're a street artist.

Hey, wouldn't it be great

if you could show the world
what Bam-Bam saw in you?

Yo, Arthur,

you just gave me
a great idea, man.

Damn right I did.

What was it?

All right.

I mean, you got the biggest
canvas on the block, dude.

Yeah.

The outside wall
of your building.

Oh.

It's perfect.

You want to paint
on my wall, huh?

Uh-huh.

My clean, beautiful
brick wall

that I just had sandblasted
30 years ago, but...

Oh...

It's perfect.
It's big a-and it's blank,

and best of all, it's free.

(chuckles)

Oh, what the hell.
Go for it.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Oh. Thanks, Sugar Jew.

(laughs)

Sugar Jew, that's a good name.

FRANCO: Sugar Jew!

Yo, Arthur.

ARTHUR:
Oh, boy.

You're here early.

No, no, no. I was up

all night painting the wall.
Man, I was in the zone, man.

Just-- the ideas are just
coming out of me.

Ah, I'm sorry, I'm a little
hopped up right now.

I ran out of custard,
moved on to jelly.

Mmm.

(whoops)
I ain't never gonna die!

All right now,
just hand over the gun.

Mm-mm.

Nice and easy.

All right, come on.
You got to see this, man.

Huh?

Come. Come on,
come on, come on,

come on, come on,
come on.

Come on!

All right,
all right.

All right,
check it out.

Oh, my God.

That's Bam-Bam.
(chuckles)

Yep.

It's the man who looked after
me and believed in me.

Bam-Bam, I love you, bruh.

Boy, that's so big,
you could see it from...

everywhere.

I know, right? And behind him
is the Uptown I remember.

You know, the Uptown where
you went grocery shopping

at the liquor
store, you know?

The Uptown that set cars on fire

when the Bulls
won the championship.

The good Uptown.

Thanks for letting
me do this, man.

It means everything to me.

Yeah, sure.
Sure, kid.

All right, I'll see you at work.

Yeah.

Huh.

I didn't know he
spelled "Bam-Bam"

with a gun.

Yeah.

Bad, isn't it?

What? Having a gigantic
gang member

on the outside of your shop?

In a city where it
takes almost nothing

for gang violence
to erupt?

Yeah, it's bad.

Franco, the mural
is absolutely amazing!

Thank you, Maya.

And the fact
that the sun is setting

in the east and the "L" train
is going in the wrong direction

doesn't trigger my OCD at all.

One, two, three, four, five,
touch your nose, sit down.

You know, it's really inspiring
to see you chase your dream.

Maybe I should get my old
bluegrass band back together.

I didn't know
you were in a band, Tush.

Yeah.

Had a band called Tush 'n' Jugs.

I played the jug,

and my ex-girlfriend Barb
had a great ass.

Hmm.

It feels so good
to be painting again, you know?

Which, honestly,
wouldn't be possible

without Arthur encouraging me.

(chuckling):
Right, right.

Arthur, don't you
love the mural?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
it's great.

It's too bad
it's gonna rain this weekend.

Probably all get washed away.

Do you know how paint works?

Arthur, you have to come see
what's going on out there.

It's chaos!

What are you talking about?

There's a huge crowd of people

in front of
that gangster painting.

They're hugging each other and
singing sad Boyz II Men songs.

I got to check this out.

You know Boyz II Men?

Yes, when your country was
constantly invading my country,

you left some of
your CDs behind.

(indistinct chatter)

Yo.
(chuckles)

Look at all
these people!

Wow, Franco,
this is truly impressive.

Yeah?

TUSH:
It's so lifelike.

Looks like he's mad at something
across the street.

Franco, man,
this is lit, man.

Thanks, homie.

Bam-Bam would have
been so honored.

Yeah.

You really captured
his childlike whimsy.

Hmm.

Wow, Arthur.

Your mural has really
attracted some nice people.

There's a guy with a tattoo
of a face on his face.

(chuckles)
Someone's gonna get killed.

Franco, whatever happened to
painting a nice bowl of fruit?

Oh. I see we have
a Cézanne fan.

(scoffs)

No, I just like fruit.

MANFRED:
Excuse me, Fawz.

Excuse me, excuse me.
Fawz, you need to do something.

This crowd is blocking
all of the foot traffic

to Pretty Parchment.

What's Pretty Parchment?

My gay paper store!

Oh.

You were elected to promote
the new face of Uptown,

and this is not exactly
the face we had in mind.

Now, don't make me demand
a recall vote.

Is that a threat?

Yes.

Okay, just confirming.

Arthur!

Everyone is very upset!

This is your wall.

You have to do something
about it.

What the hell
do you want me to do?

Uh, o-okay, okay.

Let's go inside
and talk about it. Go on.

James, make sure things
don't get out of control.

Okay.

(clears throat)
Keep it moving, please.

Do not block the street
or sidewalk.

No, no, no. You-you have
to show some authority.

Use your tough voice.

Right, right.
(clears throat)

(same voice):
Keep it moving.

Please do not block
the street or sidewalk.

That painting
has got to come down.

Yeah, he's right.

It doesn't take much
for gatherings like that

to get violent.

And people can get hurt.

Yes, as commandant

of the Business Council,
I must insist.

Commandant?

"President" was a little blah,

and-and "Generalissimo"
was too ethnic.

Oh...

Look,

the neighborhood is changing.

New stores are moving in,

and they don't want
to lose business

because of scary images
like that.

You're right.

That's the Uptown that we're
trying to leave in the past.

I get it, I get it.

But I-I just encouraged the
kid to start painting again.

So how am I gonna tell
him to get rid of it?

What if he doesn't have
to take it down altogether?

Maybe he can just make
a few changes.

He better. Otherwise,
there's a city ordinance

that prohibits incendiary
public displays.

Really?

I'm not sure,
but it sounds good.

ARTHUR:
Mm.

Well, you know,

actually,
the city can take it down

if there are enough complaints.

That was amazing, man.
I'm like a celebrity out there.

I got my first groupie.

(knocks)

Hey, Miss Dolores!

She grabbed my ass
when she hugged me.

Oh...

Franco, I'm glad she likes it.

But your art project has caused
a big problem for your boss.

What's she talking about?

Well, you see,
Fawz says the...

the mural maybe
has to come down.

Not maybe, baby.

We are going
to get a city order.

O-Okay, but we can
fight that, right?

Well, uh, maybe
it would be easier

if you just make
a few tiny changes.

Changes like what?

Well, I mean,

you can change that
pot leaf on his hat

to a four-leaf clover.

And, um...

a-and turn the gun
into a rainbow.

I-It's a painting,
not a box of Lucky Charms.

Well...

If you really want
to symbolize Uptown,

perhaps you could, uh,
do a portrait of its leader.

Uh...

Maybe, maybe standing like this.

You know, with-with jets
flying overhead or...

maybe an eagle.

Look, Franco,
you are a very talented artist,

but to put a convicted criminal
on the side of a building,

you cannot expect
to make everybody happy.

It's art. It's not supposed
to make everybody happy.

I got work to do.

Hey, come on, kid, why...
why are you so stubborn?

If you make a little change,
everyone will be happy.

Except me!

Like, why aren't you helping me
fight 'em on this?

Because I agree with them.

What?

You said you liked it.

Technically, I said,
"Oh, my God."

Oh, my God.

Hey, look, look,
I run a business here.

I sell donuts.

I don't want any trouble.

That guy was a gang member.

I'm sick of y'all saying that.

That was only one side of him,
all right?

Haven't you considered,
like, without Bam-Bam,

I wouldn't be here right now?

I'd probably be locked up.

Or worse.

Franco,
I've been thinking.

It doesn't have to be an eagle!

It could be a dragon.

(hissing)

Oh, boy.
(clears throat)

So much for the Tush 'n' Jugs
reunion tour.

What happened?

Barb isn't interested.

She's made a life for herself
out in Kankakee,

working the T-shirt cannon
for the Kane County Cougars.

I guess I was

just a rung
on her show business ladder.

Which way was she climbing?

What's all that?

Fawz's council
convinced the city

to paint over
Franco's mural.

They're about to start,
so I just grabbed all this stuff

from the shrine.

Mm.

Wasn't there a giant
teddy bear out there?

Oh, I brought that home
for my lady.

Fine.
I get scared at night.

Yeah, all right.

Hey, Franco,
want to go out there with me

and take one last look
at the mural?

Nah.

I already lost Bam-Bam
once this week.

I ain't trying to do that again.

Kid seems pretty down.

I wish I knew what to do.

Wow.
Look at all these cards.

Bam-Bam really helped
a lot of people.

I guess there was
a whole other side to him.

It sucks that
Fawz's council

has all the influence
in this neighborhood now.

What about the people
that grew up here?

They should
have a voice.

They do.

It's Franco.

Now take a picture of me

to document
my first great achievement

as leader of the Fawz
Neighborhood Council.

That's not what it's called.

It is now,
by executive order.

We don't have those.

We do now, that was
my first executive order.

Hey! Don't touch that wall!

That painting stays.

What are you talking about?
I thought you didn't like it.

I don't. I hate it,
like a lot of people.

But a lot of other people
like it.

They think it's great!

This mural has
touched a nerve,

and isn't that what
art is all about, hmm?

Well, it's too late.
The council has spoken.

Oh, yeah? For whom, huh?

I know this is not your vision
of this neighborhood, yeah,

but his vision is just
as valid as yours.

So I'm gonna fight
that city order.

Because Bam-Bam was part
of this neighborhood.

And you can't just
whitewash that away.

I guess they can
whitewash it away.

Hmm.

I can't look
at this.

Aw, kid, I'm sorry.

Yeah, it sucks.

But I do appreciate
you having my back.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

That speech you
gave was badass.

I thought somebody was
gonna assassinate you.

Or you were gonna
fall off the curb.

Yeah, I almost did.

(chuckles)

You know, now that I
have a new blank canvas,

I'm already thinking
about my next piece.

Hey, really?

Yeah.

Okay, so what's the subject?

A'ight, picture this:

it's a Black Jesus...

Black Jesus...

...riding a skateboard...

Ooh.

...holding a rocket launcher.

Can't you just paint
a bowl of fruit?

Here you go.

Thank you, Arthur.

What are you doing?

Uh, Tush is now my food taster.

You know, I've made some enemies
in my first 48 hours in office.

Not the whole thing,
man!

Huh. Well, if it ain't
Chicago's finest art critic.

I did something nice for you,
so don't make me regret it.

I took a picture of your mural
before it came down.

Oh. Thank you, Randy.

Come here. Mwah.

(chuckles)
You even framed it.

Yeah, I'm a Chicago cop.

Framing's what I do best.

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