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- Church, we need volunteers
over at our food pantry.

Now the sign-up sheets
are right outside the door.

You see, it'’s not enough
to just scream out

how much you love God.

- Mm-hmm.

- It'’s not about your "Jesus
Is My Homeboy" bumper sticker

or your praying hand emojis.

- Preach, Boyce.
- Amen.

- So let'’s turn those amens
into some signatures.

- Yeah!
- Amen!

- Amen!
- Amen!

- Tell us!
- Amen!

- Dad, would you look at this?

Nobody signed up.

All them "Amens"
and "Tell it, Pastors,"

those were fake.

- Did you put a pen
on a string?

- Yes, I put a pen
on a string.

- Well, you did everything
you could do.

- You know what, Dad,
nobody wants to get involved.

When I first got the calling,

I thought I was gonna
help people.

You know, change some lives.

Now I'’m wondering
if I'’m having any effect at all.

Lollipop, baby,
look at this.

- Wow, this is--

this is great.

- It'’s great that nobody signed
up to help at our food pantry?

- Uh--uh, yes,

because now there'’s more room
for me to sign up.

- Come on, Lolli.

Admit it.
You can'’t even read this.

You got to call the eye doctor.

- Boyce, I'’m not having
my eyes checked, okay?

So those quacks can tell me
I got glaucoma

or cataracts or scurvy.

- Scurvy?
You not a pirate.

- Tell that to the quacks!

- Well, fine, if you'’re not
gonna call the doctor,

then you can work
at the food pantry.

- Oh, fine.
- All right.

- Boom.

- Whoa.
[chuckles]

6:00 a.m. shift.
That is impressive.

- Oh, say what now?

Wha--

Yeah, I'’ma--

I'’ma go on
and call the eye doctor.

- Mm-hmm.

[soul music]

♪

- ♪ Illegally blonde,
warrant pending ♪

♪ Mixing Grey Goose and Patron,
I'’m unrelenting ♪

- Stamps, do you mind
if I change the station?

- Uh, yes, I do.

Now, Lolli, I'’ll drive you
to your eye doctor,

but nobody changes my music.

[rap music plays on radio]

♪ I'’m knuckle deep,
we stone-cold killaz ♪

♪ Buy my side bitch a Tesla,
die hard like Willis ♪

[siren wailing]

- Stamps, I think the police
are trying to pull you over.

- Nah, that'’s just
part of the song.

- Mm-hmm.

- Nobody likes a gloater.

- [groans]
- Look, it was profiling, Boyce!

A cop saw a black man
driving through Clayton

and thought, "Hey, I'’ll just
harass that guy for no reason."

- You were driving
with a suspended license.

- He didn'’t know that!

- Stamps, I didn'’t know that!

It'’s a thing
you might want to mention

before you drive
a person somewhere.

- Look, my license wasn'’t
suspended for bad driving, okay?

I have an outstanding ticket
for not wearing my seat belt.

- See, that was stupid
and dangerous, Stamps.

- I had on a brand-new
silk shirt.

Okay, I wasn'’t gonna go
on my date all wrinkled.

- Go home, Stamps.

- I can'’t.
He took my license.

And how am I supposed
to even get to city hall

to pay for my ticket now?

- Fine.
I'’ll drive you.

But you gonna wear a seat belt.

- This is suede.

- Boy, don'’t make me--

- Okay, all right.

Hi, I got this moving
violation back in January,

but I had to wait for
my next paycheck to cover it

because, well,
I-I'’d just bought

that remote control "Star Wars"
droid that rolls around,

which, by the way, is amazing.

See, it has this app
that you can use--

- Stamps,
would you get on with it?

- Oh, right.

Anyway, when I finally
had the money to cover it,

they told me I owed a late fee,

which I couldn'’t afford until
thatweek'’s paycheck came in,

because, well, I'’d rolled
my first droid off a balcony

and had to buy a new one.

- Sir, if there'’s a late fee,

you have to pay that at
Collections on the third floor.

- I'’ll have to find you
in the system.

Can I see your driver'’s license?

- Well, the cop took it.

- Oh, then you'’re gonna need
a temporary identification card.

- Okay, well,
just give us one.

- That'’s $15.

- $15?

Fine, we'’ll pay it.

- Payments are
on the second floor.

- Attach your check,
fill this out,

but don'’t write in this box.

Any marks in the box,
we have to start over.

- So why is there a box?

- It shows you
where not to write.

Just complete that
and take it up to three.

- Okay, everything
looks in order.

- Great.

- You'’ll have your license
within ten business days.

- Ten days?

How am I even supposed
to get to work?

- Ma'’am, he can'’t afford
to miss two more weeks of work.

All right, there'’s got to be
a way to get this done today.

- Sorry, but the only way would
be to use the expedited form.

- So why aren'’t we using
the expedited form?

- He didn'’t ask
for the expedited form.

- Well, you didn'’t tell him
you had an expedited form.

- Don'’t you get snippy with me.

Here you go.

There'’s $130 convenience fee
for expedited processing.

- For a $55 ticket?

- By the time I pay
the convenience fees,

the handling fees,
and the late fees,

I won'’t be able to afford
to pay the ticket.

- You can fill out the financial
hardship application...

on one.

- Hold on, so the financial
hardship application costs $25?

- No, the application is free.

The processing fee is $25.

- You know what?

This man just wants
to pay his traffic ticket

so he can get his life back,
all right?

I demand somebody
who can help me with that.

Who'’s in charge
of all these damn windows?

- Sir, I have to ask you
to calm down.

- I am calm!

- You'’re losing your temper.

- That'’s because you'’re saying
I'’m not calm.

But I have
a legitimate complaint.

My brother had a $55 ticket,

and now it'’s a $250 ticket,

and y'’all won'’t even let him
pay it!

- Sir, I'’m gonna
have to ask you to leave.

- [scoffs]
Oh, you want me to leave?

Now all of a sudden--
I'’ve been here all day,

and you tryin'’
to ask me to leave.

Only way I'’m leavin'’ out
of here

is you gonna have to tase me.

- Tase him.
- Yeah, partner.

You have to--oh, don'’t tase me.

Ooh, don'’t tase me with that.

That man was actually
gonna tase me.

Stamps!

- That was embarrassing.

I'’ve never heard so much
screaming and carrying on

at the eye doctor'’s.

- It'’s not my fault, Barton.

They shined a bright light
in my eyes.

They held my eyelids open
and put drops in there!

And then they interrogated me!Right?

They were screaming
all kind of stuff.

What letter is this?
Is that a Q?

Is that a G?

Like I don'’t know my letters!

- Lolli, look,
there'’s no reason to fight this.

We all get old.

- Who is "we"?

I'’m wayyounger than you,Barton.

- But I don'’t need glasses,
do I?

I think I'’ll read the paper...

with my naked eyes.

- Oh, Barton, I'’m sorry.

It'’s just that I don'’t want
Boyce to see me

as some old
eyeglass-wearing lady.

Lollipop keeps it spicy.

- I know you do.

I walked in on you three times.

- Oh, you know what,
and I'’m sorry.

Boyce and I will start
locking the door.

- Once was in the backyard.

- Right.
[laughs nervously]

- Look, Lolli, I know
what you'’re worried about.

But trust me, Della and I
were married for 41 years.

- And you guys were able to keep
the fire going that long?

- Oh, God, no.

But a long marriage
isn'’t about fire.

It'’s about companionship.

It'’s about going out to dinner
at 5:00 and beatin'’ the crowd.

Helpin'’ each other find the car
in the parking lot at the mall.

Listenin'’ to the Cardinals
on the radio

while the woman you love
shaves your neck.

- Thank you, uh, Barton.

I have so much
to look forward to.

- Oh, my goodness.
I can'’t believe it.

I mean, 3 hours,
7 different lines,

20 different forms.

We had the money,
and they still wouldn'’t take it.

- Yeah, it'’s like they
didn'’t want me to pay my ticket.

- Well,
why would they do that?

- Baby, that'’s how they get you.

You know, they just keep
adding on penalties

until you owe them
for the rest of your life.

- What do you expect, son?

The expression is,
"You can'’t fight city hall."

Not, "Go ahead
and fight city hall.

"That'’s a good thing to do.

You'’ll almost definitely win."

- I tried to pay a ticket
ten days after I got it.

They told me
it was already late.

They had sent it
to a collection agency.

- What was your ticket for?

- You know those signs with
the man sitting on the circle?

- Handicap signs.

- Oh, no, I'’m talking about
the blue ones

that they paint
on the parking spots.

- Handicap signs.

- Apparently, you'’re
not supposed to park there

unless you got a matching sign
for your car.

- '’Cause you not handicapped.
- It'’s a handicap spot.

- Well, whatever it was,

my fine is growing faster
than I can pay it.

If I could just pay it off,

I wouldn'’t have to steal
so much Splenda.

- How much Splenda
do you need?

- Some I keep,

some I sell.

- Hey, this is bad.
This is bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.

- I know.

She ain'’t the only one
who want sweet coffee.

- No, babe, I'’m talking
about the city

and the way that they just
jackin'’ people up.

And Shirley, well, that is--
you know what?

We been to Costco
like three times this week.

Brothers and sisters,
by show of hands,

how many of you have gotten
a simple traffic ticket

that has spiraled into
a never-ending cycle of debt?

Uh-huh, yeah.
See, that'’s what I thought.

Church,
let me break this down to you.

37% of the city'’s
operating budget

comes from traffic fines
and late fees.

It'’s like the police
aren'’t servin'’ and protectin'’,

they'’re servin'’ and collectin'’.

- That'’s right.

- And Mayor Saxby needs
to understand

what a problem this is.

- Oh, yeah!

- So--so I need all of you

to call his office,
and send emails, and fax.

Daddy, you can write a letter.

Now y'’all remember
four years ago

when Mayor Saxby was first
running for office, huh?

- Mm-hmm.
- Absolutely.

- He would come down here
and shake hands and kiss babies.

But now that we need him,
where is he?

In Arizona playing golf!

Well, Mayor Saxby,
we need you here!

- Right now!
- Show your face!

all: Show your face!
Show your face!

Show your face!
Show your face!

- Uh, I'’ve just been informed
that Mayor Saxby

is actually in Arizona
for a funeral.

Okay?
So...

- [inaudible whisper]

- His grandmama died.

So let'’s say a prayer
for Nana Saxby.

Amen.

all: Amen.

- But still, we demand
that Mayor Saxby show his face

and address our concerns...

after a reasonable period
of mourning.

Show your face.
all: Show your face.

- Show your face.
all: Show your face!

- Show it!
all: Show your face!

- Show your face.
all: Show your face!

- I want to see your face.

I'’ma need some face time.

Face the fact!
Face it!

- Uh-huh, good.
I look forward to it.

Babe, just got off the phone
with Mayor Saxby'’s office.

- And?

- He'’s coming
to the service on Sunday.

We did it.

- Ah!
I'’m so proud of you, Boyce!

- Oh, baby, it'’s not just me.

It was the whole congregation.

The mayor'’s office said he got
hundreds of faxes and emails

and one letter.

Come on, let'’s go celebrate.

I am starving, man.

- Well, Boyce, it'’s just 5:00.

- I know.
We can beat the crowd.

- Boyce, we are not
going to dinner at 5:00.

And I'’m not shaving your neck.

- It'’s packed in there, son.

You got standing room only.
- As he should.

The mayor'’s coming, and he'’s
gonna have to answer to me.

- No, Stamps.

He'’s coming to address
the congregation.

Don'’t talk to him.
I mean it.

No, not one word.

I just thought of another
question for the mayor.

Shirley, you got a pen?

Oh, Lord.
Shirley.

- You don'’t know my struggle.

- Boyce, a town car just pulled
up outside in the parking lot.

- Oh, good.
All right, guys, it'’s show time.

- Baby, I am so proud of you.

I mean, you demanded respect,

and you got a meeting
with the mayor.

- Knock knock?

- Hey, you'’re not the mayor.

- No, I'’m Nick Peters
from Mayor Saxby'’s office.

- And where is Mayor Saxby?

- Well, uh, Mayor Saxby
sends his regrets.

- So he'’s blowing us off.

- No, this meeting is a priority
for the mayor.

And he just respects you
too much to come

if he can'’t give the matter
his full attention.

- Oh, so he'’s blowing us off
as a favor.

- You could say that, yeah!

And I have good news.

The mayor has reviewed
your brother'’s case

and agreed to waive all fines
and return his license.

- Ah, I knew
I liked you, Nick.

- Hold on.
We didn'’t ask for a bribe.

- Didn'’t ask for it,
but we'’re not mad at it.

- You don'’t get it, do you?

This isn'’t about one guy.

This about a mayor
who doesn'’t give a damn

about the very people
who elected him,

including the 300 people
sitting in the sanctuary

who Mayor Saxby
respects too much to face.

- How old are you anyway?
12?

Does your mama even know
you'’re here?

- Uh, she does.

I'’m the assistant director
of community outreach.

I'’ve got, like,
500 business cards.

- You know what?
You can keep your cards.

And you can tell Mayor Saxby
he can keep his bribe.

- Or we--we can really
teach him a lesson

by taking the bribe

and telling him
to kiss our butts.

- We'’re done here.

- Can I leave some campaign
buttons or, uh, bumper stickers?

- Get out!

- You know what, bro?
I don'’t know what'’s worse.

That you just did that,

or that everyone'’s gonna
tell you how great it was.

- It was so great, Boyce.
- It sure was.

- I'’m proud of you, son.

- Oh, come on.

I'’m gonna be the one to have
to get a second job now.

- You know what?
I'’m done with Saxby.

This city needs
to elect a mayor,

somebody who will fight
for the little guy.

You know, the people
that make this city great.

He'’s got to be out there
somewhere.

- Son, I think you should take
a page from your own sermon.

You'’ve been telling your
congregation to get involved,

take some action.

I think you should practice
what you preach.

- Seriously, Dad?

Me, run for Mayor?

- I think that is a great idea,
Barton.

- Okay, see--

- I don'’t see any reason
why I shouldn'’t.

You know, why not me?

- Why not you?

- I am a pillar
of the community.

- A pillar!

- My face is already out there.

- Face. Boom.
Everywhere.

- And I know
what this city needs.

- Feed the need, Boyce!

- I meant you should start
a petition

or maybe go to the news.

- No, no, no, you were right
the first time, Daddy.

You know, it is time to
take some serious action here.

All right, the congregation
is sitting out there

waiting to hear from the mayor,
but instead,

they are gonna hear
from the next mayor.

I'’m gonna do it.

Come on, baby, let'’s go tell
the congregation.

- Oh, me too?
Oh!

- Say, uh, Pop,

think you can spot me $250?

- Oh, let me think about it.

No.

- Shirley, how much do you get
for that Splenda?

- I better not catch you
on my block, sucker.

- Babe, that was amazing.

- Boyce, that congregation was
eatin'’ you up with a spoon.

- Yeah, you know,

I wish they got that excited
when I talked about Jesus.

And that ain'’t on you, Lord,
that'’s all on me.

- Boyce, I'’m so proud of you.

- Look how many people signed up
to work on my campaign.

- Boyce, I'’m not gonna lie.
I can'’t see that.

- Well, you know
what would help,

if you put on your glasses.

- Nuh-uh, you are never seeing
me in those ugly things.

- So you just never gonna
read again?

- Stamps never reads
and he'’s happy.

- Lolli.
- Fine.

Okay, Boyce.

We had a good run,
me and you.

Mm-hmm, right now,

we are about to pour cold water

on the fire of our marriage.

Once I put these glasses on,

the nasty'’s over.

- Say, what'’s up?
Say, hello!

What'’s the matter?

Yeah!
- Really?

Boyce, stop it.
Just stop.

- I like that.
Look.

Lolli, you remind me of
my sixth grade Spanish teacher,

Mrs. Guzman.

Ah, she had the long hair,
and she had those glasses on.

And she would look at me
and she'’d be, "Boythe, Boythe."

It got me through.
Come on, come, put '’em back on.

Put '’em back on.
- Are you sure?

- Ooh, muy caliente!

[scatting Latin melody]

- Aah!
Boyce!

Okay, Boyce, okay.

I can--I can wear them,

you know, well, you know,
when I need to read something.

- Or when you need to see
something up close.

- [squeals]

- AÁndale, girl!

AÁndale!

Babe, babe, no, no, no,
backyard.

Come on.

- Hello, my name
is Boyce Ballentine.

This is my wife, Lolli.

And I'’m officially running
for mayor.

I have the signatures of 1,000
of my fellow citizens.

And I have a plan
to revitalize this city.

I have message of hope
for all of St. Louis.

- Do you have form EG-3502?

- Baby, you got--
uh, is it EG?

Yeah, we have that.
Oh, yeah, yeah.

- It'’s not notarized.
You have to go to three.

- I have a plan
to revitalize this city.

And I have a message of hope
for all of St. Louis.

- All I care about

is that you have
a driver'’s license and a thumb.

Don'’t be shy.

- Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, ah!

- Your fingers are pretty meaty.

- Give me my finger.
Give me my thumb.

- Hello!
- You know what?

I have a plan
to revitalize this city!

I have a message of hope
for all of St. Louis!

- I have five minutes left
on my lunch break.

- Stamps?
- What are you doing back there?

- I told you I was gonna
have to get another job

to pay for my ticket.

Let me see what you got.

Oh, you smudged some ink
in the "do not write here" box.

You'’re gonna have to get
a waiver on two.

- Stamps, let me--

let me talk to you for a second.
- Oh, what'’s up, bro?

- If you don'’t come up out
of there--I don'’t know who

you think you talking to!
[shouting furiously]

[soul music]

♪

- ♪ The Soul Man

- ♪ Hey