So, how did this happen?
Your Honor, what began as a verbal dispute
escalated into a full-on trash fight
in the middle of Second Avenue.
Your Honor, we are asking the court for leniency,
as we are in the third week of a citywide garbage strike,
and everyone is on edge.
You don't believe me?
Alright, case dismissed.
Please remember, even in our darkest moments...
And there's a bug on your face.
Five-minute recess.
Wow, with all the trash piling up,
people are really starting to lose their minds.
Yeah, people.
If you ask me, I think everyone's
overreacting to this strike.
I mean, garbage is a part of life.
We come into this world as trash.
We leave it as trash.
Well, garbage strikes are the one citywide crisis
that I cannot abide.
I'll take a blackout over this any day.
Oh, I love a good blackout.
Ah, the restaurants and bars
give you food and drinks for free.
And when a stranger grabs your ass in total darkness,
you can imagine it's anyone.
Even Sting.
MTA strikes aren't bad, either.
Get your walking in and don't have to sit in a metal tube
watching people pretend to read.
- You want to get some coffee? - Oh, yeah.
Oh, and... and how great are blizzards?
God, you can spend the day staring out the window
- watching idiots fall down. - Yeah, you ever see a guy
fall into his own baby carriage?
Neither one of them knows what to do.
Is anyone else nervous there's two of them now?
Still not clean.
Wyatt, I had no idea you were such a neat freak.
I'd call you Mr. Clean, but you can't pull off an earring.
First of all, it was the weekend,
and I was trying something.
Second, I'm not a neat freak.
I'm a neat... ally.
Dirt is like vampires.
If you invite it in, it'll never leave.
Vampires famously leave.
They turn into bats and get the hell out.
All I'm saying is, it'd be nice
if the courthouse stayed clean,
since it's somehow the one place in the city
- that's not covered in garbage. - You're right.
What do you think they're doing with all that trash?
I don't care what they're doing with it.
All I know is this is an oasis compared to the nightmare
that waits beyond those doors.
Whew!
Let me tell you, I have had a day.
Man, trash strike got you, too?
What trash strike?
Mr. Crainey was charged with multiple counts of trespassing.
He was caught digging through the trash
of several celebrities.
And Kathy Griffin.
Seems like a random burn.
Oh, she knows what she did.
My client wasn't hurting anyone.
I mean, half the free stuff celebrities get
goes right in the trash.
Believe me, if Liam Neeson wants his Theragun back,
he'll come and get it.
$100 fine.
And instead of mooching off other people's success,
maybe work hard and earn your own invitation to, um,
Paris Hilton's dog's quinceañera.
You know, Dan, I've been thinking.
Garbage strikes aren't all bad.
You know, it keeps the tourists away,
so you get to have the city all to yourself.
And even the rats are so fat and horny
that they don't bother you.
Yeah, in theory, that's great.
You're forgetting one thing... the stench.
What if I told you there was a way around that?
They found this on the dumpster diver.
Expired ear drops.
The main side effect is you lose your sense of smell.
Another side effect is day terrors.
- Have you tried them yet? - Not yet.
Get thee back to hell, succubus!
I'm messing with you.
No, I thought we could share it
and, you know, maybe go explore together.
Why are you being nice?
You should know, the doctors have declared my organs
adequate at best.
Maybe I just want someone to be there to help
if I see a demon.
Or maybe...
I'm falling in love with...
I can't even say that with a straight face.
No, no, it's the demon thing.
Alright, tell you what, I'm gonna go against
every instinct I have and say, eh, sure.
But listen, if you're trying to trick me,
I want it on record that I never trusted you,
so it doesn't count.
Ooh, there's Bert. She's the head custodian.
We should ask how they're keeping this place so clean.
You're really not curious?
No, because I already know.
She's using a trash-eating enzyme,
possibly cytochrome c oxidase.
The real question's, how'd she get access
to a military lab in Serbia?
That's ridiculous. You want to know my theory?
Somebody's eating it.
But who?
So, you want to know what we're doing with the trash?
- How did you know? - Well, you're a Sagittarius,
so you have an inquisitive mind.
Also, sometimes people throw out working hearing aids,
and I use them to eavesdrop.
But you wash them off first, right?
That's how you get ear-patitis C!
So, Bert, how about sharing your cleaning secret with us?
Sorry, I can't tell you.
That's fine. We don't want to bother you.
But I can show you.
Ta-da!
You throw the trash in a big hole?
Technically, a hole you can see the bottom of.
This is an abyss.
- I have a lot of questions. - Really?
I thought the big hole would have answered most of them.
I was expecting more "holy crap!"
and less hole of crap.
You don't, uh... You don't like the hole?
It's not that I don't like the hole.
I just prefer things to have a bottom.
You've got some nerve.
Do you want your courtroom clean or not?
Clean! Definitely. She didn't mean anything by it.
She loves the hole.
Abby, tell her you love the hole.
It's just a bit of a letdown.
I guess I was expecting more from you.
You were expecting more from me?
This is the second conversation we've ever had.
Ohh, you trash-makers are all the same.
Nothing but complaints with no appreciation.
Well, you know what? We're not taking it anymore.
Giuseppe, stand down!
We're on strike.
I know there are bigger issues right now,
but are we just going to ignore
that that guy's name is Giuseppe?
Okay, the custodians joined the garbage strike
after I ever so slightly
questioned their waste-disposal methods.
Abby, don't tell me you spoke ill of the hole.
You knew about the hole?
Everybody knows about the hole.
This is just like when no one explained
what brat summer was.
I went around asking, "Is this brat? Is this brat?"
It never was.
But it's okay, because I designed a system
to keep this place clean that is both fair and fun.
Let me guess. You made a wheel.
I made a wheel!
Wyatt, would you like to spin first?
Come on, "de-louse the gallery."
And what do we do with the garbage we collect?
- Flobert's got that covered. - I have a guy.
Really? We're all fine with that explanation?
Flobert does have a lot of guys.
One of them shortens my robes
and uses the extra for headbands.
"Dance it out." Well, what's that?
It's when you dance it out for 30 seconds.
It's a fun one.
I don't want a fun one.
I want to hear the bacteria scream as I send them to hell!
But first, dancing.
I'm amazed how effective those ear drops are.
I mean, I have not smelled a thing all day,
and I'm starting to get a handle on those side effects.
Out, beast!
You all missed a hell of a good time.
We went to a crowd-free Statue of Liberty
and dined alone at Le Bernardin.
And without tourists, Times Square is healing itself
and returning to its natural state.
Porno theaters are back.
- What's going on here? - You know what?
I'm going to assume that Abby
somehow pissed off the hole lady
and now she refuses to clean.
But she's come up with a fun solution
that Wyatt is now trapped in.
30 seconds must be up by now.
You better not be counting in Mississippis.
There's no other way to count.
Strike! Strike! Strike!
Excuse me. Gurgs, Gurgs, we need to talk.
My garbage guy fell through.
I don't understand. He's usually so reliable.
Every Tuesday, 8:00 a.m., he comes by
in his big green truck that says "Sanitation" on the side.
So your garbage guy was just a garbageman?
You gotta help me figure out what to do with all the trash.
I can't keep driving it out to the middle of the East River
on my Sea-Doo.
This one's ready for you, Flobert.
And I am ready for it.
I ain't ready for it.
Alright, I'll help, but I'm not doing it for you.
I'm doing it for the Sea-Doo.
Wow, this place looks great.
The floor doesn't look like it chain smokes.
- Way to go, mop star. - I didn't mop anything.
I'm actually trying to figure out what I'm gonna do tomorrow.
I can finally walk along the Hudson
without smelling New Jersey.
Still have to see it, though.
I'll just take my glasses off.
Wait. When you spun the wheel, you got "mop the floors."
So if you didn't do it, then who...
- Wyatt. - I knew he'd do it wrong!
Abby, look, I consider myself a reasonable man.
Someone walk in behind me, I'll hold the door.
I see someone walk into a door,
I'll wait to laugh until they're gone.
But cleaning the courthouse when it's not part of my job
is a line I will not cross.
Oh, you hear that?
The fancy one won't cross the picket line.
He's on our side!
Uh, yeah, that's right.
I'm not cleaning for noble reasons.
You are so full of it.
And you laughed immediately
when I walked into that door you didn't hold for me.
- Bert, what can I do to fix this? - Oh, typical.
You only care about us when the garbage hits the fan.
You never ask us about our hopes, our dreams,
our pet alligators.
Oh, right. Yeah. How is the little green fella?
She has a name, and it's Todd.
Guess this guy is the only one who cares.
He doesn't care. He's just lazy.
I'll prove it.
What's her name?
Comrade.
Fancy man!
Fancy man! Fancy man!
My first edict as king will be to banish the wheel.
I hope you fall in the hole.
Okay, okay, so Dan is the face of a revolution,
and we're low on cleaning supplies.
Though I did read that human urine
is a powerful cleansing agent, so keep hydrating.
And I'm testing the limits of how much a human hand
can be exposed to lye.
It's minimal to none.
Tell me that's normal.
Tell me that's how Postmates delivers now.
What is going on here?
Murray's garbage guy fell through.
So to get rid of the garbage,
we're floating it out the window.
If my calculations are correct, and I know they are,
this should be landing gently
in the Passaic County Transfer Station
in T-minus four hours.
Fly true, bag of turkey bones.
This is how you're getting rid of our garbage?
The plot of "Up"?
We are so screwed.
You have to make things right with Bert.
What do you want me to do?
You saw the way she snapped at me.
That was worse than the time I asked Dan
if he had Olympic fever.
I think there's something else going on with her.
What are you saying?
The strange lady who throws all the trash in a mystery hole
might have a complicated personal life?
I guess I really don't know anything about Bert.
In my phone, she's just "in case you spill again."
Maybe I am a jerk. I mean, she knows about us.
She even knew I was a Sagittarius.
Which is crazy, because I work so hard
to lead with my Libra moon and Virgo rising.
Well, she handles our garbage.
You could probably learn a lot about someone from their trash.
Wyatt, you're a genius.
We have to go through her garbage.
No, that's not on the wheel.
And I only answer to the wheel now.
Don't you see?
This is how we're gonna find out what's bothering her
and why she's being so brat.
Still not right.
Wow, you can learn a lot about someone from their trash.
Like this guy's wife is definitely cheating on him.
Oh, man, what a loser.
Oh, wait. That's... That's my trash.
You know, I just want to thank you
for welcoming me with open arms
and open boxes of baked goods.
No one will support you more by cleaning less.
Oh, I stand with you. I see you.
I... Oh! Mm.
I'm starting to smell you. Um, you know what?
Excuse me. Go ahead. Strike, strike, strike, strike.
Strike, strike. Strike.
Oh, Julianne, the... the drops are wearing off.
- I need a hit. - So this is where you've been?
I had to go to that Times Square porno theater
all by myself like a weirdo.
I was the only one who stayed through the credits.
I mean, people really have no appreciation
for how much work goes into those films.
Fine, fine. No, this is where the perks are.
These... These garbage jockeys can get me sanitation plates.
I'll be able to block any fire hydrant in the city.
This wasn't the deal.
No, I didn't share my stash with you
so that you could be the Che Guevara of the hole people.
They've already put my face on a shirt.
Uh-huh. No, Julianne, please.
Look, look, look, look, look.
I just need just a taste
of that sweet ear juice.
Just... Just to get me through the day.
Come on, baby, come on, you know.
We've had some good times together, haven't we?
Oh, Dan, I hate seeing you like this.
But if you really gotta have the drops...
Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Then they're right... here.
What? Yes.
Will you just get in?
It's cleaner than most subway cars.
I need your wingspan.
It'll take forever to find Bert's garbage
with my T-Rex arms.
Perhaps I should have said this earlier,
but a major characteristic of germophobia
is not wanting to jump in dumpsters.
If you don't want to help me,
you should at least get in here to help yourself.
You clearly have control issues. You need to embrace the chaos.
Counterpoint... You have deli meat on your neck.
Okay, fine.
Just trying to help.
Aah! Aah! Wyatt, help!
There's a trash monster, and it's pulling me down!
Jump in and help me!
Nice try, but everyone knows the garbage monster
would eat the black guy first.
Forget it. Sorry I bothered you.
God.
I think I'm caught on something.
My foot's stuck. I-I can't move.
Oh, oh. You're telling the truth.
Uh, okay.
Try to reach your leg with your mouth.
You can chew it off.
Wyatt!
Alright.
Give me your hand.
- Oh, I'm loose. - Aah!
You did it!
Why are you doing this to me?
I played your game. I spun your wheel.
I danced for you eight times
and came up with a new move every time.
The running man, the jogging man,
and the walking man are the same dance.
You were just getting tired.
You couldn't let me just have one thing that I'm weird about.
Now I'm in a dumpster.
I'm covered in trash, and it's disgusting.
But I guess it hasn't killed me, which is nice.
You know what? I don't hate that fuzzy lamp.
I believe that's a squirrel who choked on a light bulb.
We're just gonna cover that with some trash.
Julianne! Julianne!
Alright, one move and these drops
get dropped into the dropster.
What?
Dumpster.
Oh, I knew I couldn't trust you.
The real day terror was you all along.
Oh, no, this is on you, Dan.
'Cause you lost sight of what's important.
But instead, it's come to this.
Aah! No!
Julianne, you still up there?
I seem to be stuck halfway down.
Ah, but in so many ways...
you've already hit bottom.
Oh, wait a second.
I think this is Bert's trash.
It's filled with condolence cards.
"My deepest sympathies for Todd."
Her alligator died. This is great.
I mean, not great that it's dead,
great that we know what's bothering her.
Abby, is that you?
Dan? What are you doing in the trash chute?
Oh, just chillin'.
If you see any expired ear medication,
could you be a dear and just throw it up here?
I really appreciate you doing this, Judge.
It's exactly what Todd would have wanted.
We are gathered here today to honor the memory
of Todd the alligator.
If she was here, she would remind us
to appreciate all the special people in our lives,
whether it be friends, alligators, or co-workers.
Actually, if she were here,
she would try to violently maul all of us.
God, I miss her.
She was a former military alligator.
See you later, alligator.
Well, as a Louisianan,
I've been to a lot of alligator funerals.
And this one is right up there.
Yeah, but I bet those didn't end a janitors' strike.
Now if only there was something we could do
about the garbage strike.
Actually, word on the street is the strike is over.
How do you know that?
I found a hearing aid in the dumpster,
so I can hear people talking on the street.
I like to think we made it possible in some small way.
Oh, we made it possible in a big way
when our trash balloons started exploding all over the city.
Yeah, nothing like a bunch of trash falling from the sky
to get people back to the bargaining table.
I guess you hurled yourself into that trash chute
- for nothing. - Well, no, not for nothing.
Once I hit the dumpster, I found this cool lamp.
Also, spending the day with you was, um, enjoyable.
We should do it again. Next garbage strike.
I'll hold on to the bottle just in case.
You know, the beauty of expired ear medication
is that it just keeps on getting more expired.
That's weird. The cello case is stuck on something.
I think it's a power line.
Yep, it's a power line.
I'm hearing two Con Ed guys
have a conversation in an elevator.
Seems there's a citywide blackout.
Oh, and they're in love.
What do you say, Dan?
You want to hit up a bar and get some free drinks?
Yeah. Yeah. Sure, sure, sure. Why not?
You know what? Bring the drops.
Might as well make it psychedelic.
Oh, get your hand...
Sting, is that you?