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[lively news bumper]

♪

- I'’m Connie Reese,
reporting live

from the home
of Mayor Ron Saxby.

Mayor, we'’re on day 22
of the garbage strike,

and there looks
to be no end in sight.

- That'’s right, Connie--
as you can see,

I'’m suffering along with
the rest of our great city.

We all see what'’s happening,

and we all
smell what'’s happening.

This is what happens

when a has-been
R&B-singer-turned-preacher

riles up
the sanitation union

without thinking
about the consequences.

- Has-been?
I left on top.

- Mayor, are you referring
to your opponent,

Pastor Boyce Ballentine?

- Well, I'’d rather not
name names.

- Can you believe this guy?

I bet you he won'’t say
that to your face.

- It'’s ridiculous, babe.
I mean, really--

I didn'’t go down there
and ask the unions to strike.

I simply wanted
their endorsement.

They'’re the ones
that got all carried away.

I mean, why? Why do I have
to be so inspirational?

- It'’s a curse, babe,
for all of us.

- Incense, baby?
Is that really necessary?

- Yes, Boyce. It smells like
a garbage dump in here.

- Well, now it smells
like a garbage dump

that doesn'’t want his mom
to know that it smokes weed.

[soul music]

♪

- Hello, Mr. Friedman.
I'’m calling because

you'’ve been one of our most
generous supporters, and--

- Yo, man, you guys
ought to cut this--

- What? Oh, yes, yes.

I know about the garbage strike.

- Hey, man, I got garbage
all over my lawn--

- Wow.

You know, that'’s pretty
strong language for a rabbi.

Hello? Hello?

- Okay. Fantastic.
Thank you so much.

All right. Talk soon.
- Hey, all right.

Getting a donation
during the strike.

You are good.
- Donation?

No, I got a job on a senate
campaign in Virginia.

- What?
You'’re just giving up?

- No, I'’m not giving up.
This is what I do.

In two weeks, I'’m going to be
out of a job, win or lose,

and it'’s gonna be "lose," so--
I guess I am giving up.

- Yeah, well, I'’m not giving up.
Hey, Kelvin. Hit me.

Hi, I'’m calling
from Boyce Ballentine--

Wow. Wow.
That was fast.

- So what are you going
to do after the election?

- Wow. Um...

I don'’t know.

Get a haircut,
return some pants.

- I mean with your life.

- Haven'’t thought that far.

- Come to Virginia.
Work for me.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

You'’re one of the best
fund-raisers I'’ve ever seen.

You'’re a real upbeat
people person.

I don'’t get it,
but it works.

- Hold on.
This isn'’t because we--

- What?
- Well, you know, you and me...

We...
- Not following.

- Had sex.
- Oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That was super special,
but, no, this is all business.

- Well, apparently
so was that.

- Hey, what'’s up?
I'’m all done.

- Already? You passed out
2,000 flyers in 45 minutes?

- Yeah.

- So, if I go to the recycle bin
behind McDonald'’s,

am I gonna find 2,000 flyers?

- Which McDonald'’s?

[door opens]

- Babe.
- Hmm?

- Did you see
today'’s paper?

- "Grand Pastor Trash"?

- Are they kidding me?
I mean, it'’s clever.

You know, I'’ll give him that.
But how is this sticking to me?

Saxby'’s the one
they should be mad at.

- You'’re right, baby.
I'’m sorry.

- It'’s all right. The people
of St. Louis are smart.

They'’ll see Saxby
for who he is.

I just got to sit tight,
and this'’ll blow over.

- Exactly.

- What'’s that around my head?

- I think it'’s supposed
to be flies.

You'’re right.
This is clever.

- Hey, hey, son.

I can'’t find
the church'’s plunger.

I need to borrow yours.

- What happened?

- People keep trying to flush

their garbage
down the toilet...

because
of your garbage strike.

- Thanks, Dad.

- Oh, and I wanted you
to read

a copy of my sermon
for Sunday.

- Oh, I'’d be happy
to give you my opinion.

- Oh, I don'’t want
your opinion.

I just wanted to show you what
a real sermon should look like.

- You know what?

I should go down to the church
with you today.

I could use
some positive energy.

- You'’re not going to
get it at the church.

People are real mad at you.

- Don'’t tell me they buying
into this Saxby nonsense.

- They'’re calling you
Trash Master Crash.

- You know you didn'’t get
one word of that right?

Open up, Saxby.

- Pastor Ballentine.
Mrs. Ballentine.

- Look, Ron, enough is enough.
We need to talk man-to-man.

- Fine. Go ahead.

- I'’d like to talk
to all of you,

not just your mouth and nose.

- Aww. I just had
this hatch put in.

Well, if you insist.

What can I do for you?

- Look, Ron, this strike
has gone on long enough.

- I could not agree more.

- And you played
it beautifully.

- Well, it turns out
I can agree more.

All right, well, thanks for
your mad props. Good night.

- Wait, wait, wait.

Look, it'’s time to stop
using the citizens

as a political weapon.

- You know, the funny thing is,
I don'’t want the strike to end,

because as all this garbage
piles up, your numbers go...

[whistling]
Down.

So I would suggest going home
and writing a concession speech.

- Boyce. Move, move, move.
- Babe.

- You are--
- Hey, you tell her to cool it,

or I'’ll go back to the hatch.
- She'’s cool.

- You can still get
snatched through the hatch.

- Saxby, come on.
Really.

You can'’t want to win
an election like this.

- A win is a win, brother.

- I hate that guy.

- I hate you too!

- Hey, babe. Lolli.
Lolli, come on, babe.

Come on. Let'’s go.
Let'’s go.

- Boyce, you smell that?
[sniffing]

- No, babe.
I don'’t smell anything.

- Exactly.
It doesn'’t stink.

Everywhere else in
the city smells horrible.

Saxby'’s yard is full
of garbage, and nothing?

- Hmm.

What the hell?

- [gasps]
I knew something was up!

That'’s just clean paper
and Styrofoam.

Ain'’t no leftovers,
no banana peels.

no milk cartons,
nothing.

- Babe, this is all
fake garbage.

- So where'’s
the real garbage?

- I don'’t know.

But I do know he'’s not
suffering like the rest of us.

- Boyce, this one
got balloons in it.

- So, about my offer,
what do you think?

- Oh. Look, Alicia,
I appreciate it,

but, you know, I can'’t move
to Virginia.

- Why?
- Well, I live here.

- Well, you could live there.
- Right.

But, you know,
my whole life is here.

- You mean a job?
- Well, no.

- A relationship?
- Not at the moment.

- Then...

- Oh, you know what?

I just signed
a two-year gym membership.

Argh.

- They have gyms
in Virginia.

- Yeah, but, you know,
I know the machines here.

- Look, it'’s a big decision.

I get it.
Take all the time you need.

As long as I have an answer
by 8:00 a.m. tomorrow.

- That ain'’t
all the time I need.

[cell phone ringing]

- Alicia Frizzell.

Press conference?
No, what are you talking about?

Wait. Hold on.
I have another call.

Hello?

No, there is not
a press conference tonight.

- Alicia...

I scheduled
a press conference tonight.

- I'’ve got to call you back.

Why would you call
a press conference

without consulting me?

- Because we knew you'’d say,
"That'’s not how it'’s done."

- That'’s not how it'’s done.

- See?

- Look what we got.
It'’s huge!

- Garbage?

- Ah, it looks like
it'’s garbage.

We got this
off of Saxby'’s lawn.

Look at this.

It'’s nothing
but shredded paper,

Styrofoam balls,
and Bubble Wrap.

Oh! One of them even
had balloons in it.

It'’s all clean, fake,
non-smelly garbage.

- You'’re right.
I mean, look at this one.

It'’s all packing peanuts.

- You know, if you
would'’ve just told us,

we would'’ve
taken your word for it.

- Yeah, well, I was going
for the dramatic effect.

- Hey, Boyce.

I got the T-shirts
for the registration drive.

- Oh, Daddy, we were going
to send a volunteer

to pick those up
in the morning.

- Well, I wanted it
done right.

- Daddy, it'’s carrying
a box of T-shirts.

There'’s not a lot
that can go wrong.

- Whatever.

I was on my way
over here, anyway.

I got a bedside visitation
scheduled with Mr. Wilkinson.

I better get there
before it'’s last rites.

- You know what?
Dad, you need to slow down.

- I don'’t have time.
Are those peanuts up for grabs?

I'’m shipping
a new batch

of "Boyce the Choice"
mugs tomorrow.

I could use some of those.

- I'’m sorry.
Those are evidence.

- Evidence of what?

- That Saxby is a liar.

- Yeah, and tonight
on television,

I'’m finally gonna expose
that lying, fraudulent snake

for what he is.

- Boyce, you can'’t
prove anything.

All it is are bags
of Styrofoam,

packing peanuts,
and Bubble Wrap.

- Oh, I could use
the Bubble Wrap.

- Dad, it'’s evidence.
- Stop saying that!

- White lady'’s right.
It'’s circumstantial.

You can'’t get
a conviction with it.

- Curtis, did you learn that
in the joint?

- Wow.

Yeah.

- We have to find out
where his real garbage is,

or we can'’t prove anything.

- You know what?

Last couple of nights,
I'’ve been hanging out

on my old corner
on 12th and Paige--

all: Why?

- Reasons.

Anyway, this real nice SUV'’s
been coming by every night,

throwing trash bags
on the sidewalk.

- That could be Saxby'’s guys.

- That is Saxby,
oh, coming over there

and dumping his stinky trash in
your poor ghetto neighborhood.

- Hey!

We just got a Rite Aid.

- How long do you think
it'’s gonna take

before they drop the garbage?

- Could be five minutes.
Could be five hours.

Could be three hours.
Could be two hours.

Could be four--
- Curtis!

We don'’t have
that kind of time.

Boyce is holding
a press conference at 11:00.

He'’s counting on us.

- Relax.

Just try to get comfortable.

- Does this seat warmer
go any higher?

- I got seat warmers?

- Can you turn up the fan?

- You just said you was cold.

- My bottom is cold.
The rest of me is hot.

I got zones!

Should'’ve just taken my car,

because I have everything
in there set the way I like it.

- Your car would'’ve stuck out

like a sore thumb
in this neighborhood.

We trying to keep
a low profile.

- Oh, what up, Curtis?

- What up, Drizzle?

- Damn. You on a date?

- Nah, we'’re just
on a stakeout.

- Curtis!

- Forget what you heard.

- Will you get out of here?

- Are you gonna finish that?

Mmm.

- You gonna buy me
another soda.

- Okay, I got a bottle
of champagne

to celebrate your
triumph tonight.

- Actually, I haven'’t heard
any news from Lolli yet.

- And I got a bottle of Jack,

just in case
it doesn'’t work out.

- Hate to admit it,
but it might be a Jack night.

- So do you think
you made a mistake?

- What?
- Well, I mean,

your whole life
was great before.

I mean, you were a preacher,
and everybody loved you.

- Yeah. I mean--
but I had to run for mayor.

- No, I know.
I mean, look, I get it.

You turned your whole
life upside down,

but what if things
don'’t work out?

- It'’s just a chance
I had to take.

- Yeah, but, bro--how do you
know it'’s all worth it?

- Well, you don'’t...
until you do it.

I mean, sometimes you got to get
out of your own comfort zone.

Sometimes you got to take
a leap of faith.

- Uh-huh.

But what if you just signed
a gym membership,

and there'’s no refunds?

- Stamps, have you been
hitting the Jack already?

- No, but maybe I need to.

- Yeah, you do.

- Ooh. Wait, wait.
Check it out.

- There he is.
Government car.

- How you know?

- Black SUV,

two white guys,
no rims--

that'’s definitely government.

- Shoot. They are putting the
trash out on the sidewalk.

Oh! Quick. Pull up there
so we can get that trash.

[engine sputtering]

I hate your car.

- Excuse me. Sorry.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

Boyce, the press
is getting antsy.

You have got to
tell them something.

- Any signs of Lolli?

- I'’ll go check
the parking lot again.

- Oh, goodness.
All right. Wish me luck.

- You got this.

- B-brothers?
[bullhorn siren wailing]

Brothers--
[siren wails]

You know, I'’ll just do it
without the bullhorn.

Brothers and sisters, can
I have your attention, please?

I have something to say

that is going to blow
the lid off City Hall.

[crowd murmurs]

I'’ve uncovered a scandal.

I'’ve uncovered a deception.

I'’ve uncovered a shocking
abuse of public trust.

- What do you got, Boyce?

- That'’s a good question, Biff.

Here...

I found these trash bags

in front
of Mayor Saxby'’s house.

But look what'’s inside--

Styrofoam balls.

It'’s just a bag
full of Styrofoam balls!

- Why does he need
so many of those balls?

- He doesn'’t.
That'’s what I'’m saying.

He'’s just stuffing
the bags with them

to pull a fast one
over St. Louis!

- Are you saying it'’s illegal to
own that many Styrofoam balls?

- Uh, no.

Look, maybe I'’m not
explaining this well.

Look, this is
fake garbage, guys.

Here'’s what he'’s doing--
- Pastor Ballentine!

Pastor Ballentine, you are
trespassing on city property.

Arrest this man.

I have no intention
of letting you incite a riot.

- Well, I have no intention of
leaving before I say my piece.

crowd: Yeah!

- Okay, fine.

Officers, set your Tasers
to stun.

- It'’s a Taser.

That'’s all they do.

- Great.
Then Tase away.

- You know, you can arrest me,
but you cannot arrest the truth.

[all cheering]

- Fine, then I'’ll settle
for just you.

- Boyce!
We got the garbage.

- Whew! I was starting
to be worried for a second.

- Curtis'’ car broke down,
and we had to take a Uber.

Uber people don'’t like you
putting trash in their car.

- Mrs. Ballentine, if you want
to talk to your husband,

you'’re gonna have to wait
for visitation hours.

Take them away.
- No, wait!

This is Mayor Saxby'’s garbage

that he dumped
far away from his house

in a poor,
poor neighborhood.

- Yeah, a poor neighborhood
that only just got a Rite Aid!

- You can make
any claim you want,

but you can'’t prove
any of this.

- It'’s all on my Instagram.
I took pictures and posted it.

Oh. My username
is LolliSoFly _1.

Feel free to like,
share, and comment.

- Now, let'’s just take a look at
Mayor Saxby'’s "garbage," huh?

- Oh, come on. This is nonsense.
Get them out of here.

- Let'’s see where
he'’s going with this.

- That could
be anybody'’s trash!

- Oh!
Take a look...

at all the chicken
left on these bones.

Y'’all know this
is white-people garbage!

- Smoking gun.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'’m not the
only white person in St. Louis.

- Right, right.

How about this? "Touch of Gray"
men'’s hair coloring...

A perfect match.

- Smoking gun.

- Please, please. You cannot get
color like this from a box.

- Well, what do we have here?

"Sailing Enthusiast Magazine,"

addressed to one Ron Saxby!

- Stamps!

- Oh, I'’m sorry.
I got a text.

Smoking gun.

all: Yeah!

- All right, clearly,
mistakes were made.

Hey, hey!

Now, that was not necessary!

Officer, arrest
whoever just threw that.

- Go to hell, Saxby!

all: Yeah!

- Oh!
- Get him! Get him!

- Stop this!
Come on, that was a diaper!

[all shouting]

- Okay.
Hey, listen up!

Listen, everybody.

[musical horn honking]

Guys, everybody calm down.

Come on.
We'’re better than this.

Now, sure, he came down here
to bully us,

but we'’re not gonna stoop
to his level, all right?

Besides, this man is about
to give us everything we want

to end this strike.

Am I right, Mr. Mayor?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

We'’ll sit down
next week, okay?

[all groaning]

- How does right now sound?

all: [chanting]
Right now, right now, right now!

[glass shatters]

- Yeah, yeah,
right now'’s good.

[all shouting]

all: [chanting]
Right now, right now, right now!

Right now, right now, right now!

- Mayor Saxby
on the defensive

after photos surface online

showing him
and his staff members

dumping his household waste
on Paige Street.

- The bottom line is,
the garbage strike is over.

It'’s time for the citizens
of St. Louis to move forward

and to please stop throwing
their trash bags on my lawn.

I mean, seriously.
Hey!

[all laughing]

I am the mayor!

Still the mayor!

- Yes!
We did it, you guys!

- Yes, we did. Yeah.
- We did it, babe!

- And the news
is calling you a hero.

- Oh, "hero'’s"
a pretty strong word.

Maybe "problem-solver,"

"bringer of justice,"

"breaker of chains"...

I mean, we don'’t have to
label it, you know.

- Stamps, we'’re celebrating.

Why don'’t you take a break
from calling donors?

- I'’m not calling them.
They'’re calling us.

I mean, there'’s
so many calls coming in,

I got Curtis helping me.

- $1,000?
You got $1,000 sitting around,

and you just want
to give it to him?

You don'’t even know
if he gonna win!

- Curtis, take the money!

- All right, dude.

- Stamps, Virginia?
I need an answer.

- Well, here'’s
what I'’ve decided.

Sometimes you got to get
out of your comfort zone

and take a leap of faith.

- I need an answer,
not a fortune cookie.

- That is the answer.I'’m in!

Just give me a minute
so I can tell my family.

- Hey, Boyce.

Sounds like I missed
a good one last night.

- Yes, you did, Dad.

- Well, I was swamped
at the church.

I had to lead Bible study,
do a counseling session,

and write a new sermon.

- And I'’m sure you
left one on my desk

to show me how it'’s done.

- No, I didn'’t.

For your information,
Stamps showed me

how to put it
on a email.

- [laughs]

All right,
well, thanks, Dad.

- Hey, guys.
Listen, okay?

Now, I got some great news.

Now, I was thinking about--
maybe it'’s time--

- Barton, are you okay?

- Whoa.
What'’s going on?

- Oh.
Ah, nothing.

I'’m fine. I just lost my breath
there for a second.

- What'’s wrong, Daddy?
- Nothing.

This has been happening
the last few days.

It'’ll pass in a minute.

- Okay. No.
No, no, no.

No, you going to the hospital.
- Right now.

I'’ll get the car.
- Nonsense!

- Oh, Barton,
please, just go for us.

- Fine, for you.
- Come on, now.

- But I'’m driving.

Ooh.
Son, you better drive.

- Yeah.

- So, since you got thousands
of dollars laying around,

you think you could
let me hold some?

- Wow!

[soul music]

♪

- ♪ The soul man