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♪ Satan, your kingdom
must come down ♪

♪ Satan, your kingdom
must come down ♪

♪ I heard the voice
of Jesus Christ ♪

♪ Satan, your kingdom
must come down ♪

Take a seat.

Please.

It's called Lewy body--

abnormal microscopic
amounts of protein

depositing themselves in the nerve
cells of your cerebral cortex

and substantia nigra
here and here,

destroying them over time,

atrophying the frontal
and temporal lobes.

It's rare.
It's not Alzheimer's.

It's not Parkinson's.
But like them,

degenerative progression
is slow,

irreversible and there is
no known cure.

First your higher mental
functions will deteriorate--

orientation,
intelligence, insight.

Your speech will become
unusual, nonsensical at times

with unconscious repetition,
loss of words.

You'll experience increasingly
severe visual hallucinations,

paranoia, delusions.

Depression is common,
anxiety more so.

Later as the disease advances,
you will see dystonic postures,

muscle rigidity, tremors,
loss of language, memory.

Eventually you'll not be able to
carry out simple daily tasks.

Your body movements
reduce drastically

with fluctuating levels
of unconsciousness

lasting days to weeks
until death.

How long?

It's hard to say.
Three, maybe five years.

Could be more,
could be less.

I can't shake.

We could try to mitigate some of
that with anti-Parkinsonian drugs.

What drugs?

They may acutely worsen
the hallucinations

and delusions
precipitating psychosis.

- What drugs?
- L-dopa.

Combined
with Rivastigmine.

Maybe haloperidol
for the neuroleptic side.

We'll have to see
what works for you.

You'll need legal advice,
advance directives,

power of attorney determining the
course of certain ethical decisions.

If, for instance, your behavior
becomes aggressive,

dangerous to yourself
and to others,

do you want to be medicated
or restrained?

When your sensory functions
deteriorate

are we to rectify through
surgery or leave be?

You need to make
these decisions now

while you still can.

Eventually you'll need
24-hour care,

somewhere comfortable
where your needs can be met.

I assume this
could be at home.

You might want to talk
to your family.

There are also
support groups,

- elder care.
- Thank you, Doctor.

20,000 men used to work
here in this place

slaughtering hundreds of thousands
of hogs and cattle each day.

"Life,

for all its cares
and its terrors

is no such great thing
after all,"

laborer or hog.

- Sinclair.
- Yes.

Thanks for meeting me
out here, Doctor.

I know you understand.

I understand.

I'm ready.

Bareheaded,

shoveling,
wrecking,

planning,
building.

Breaking, breaking.

Building, breaking,
breaking, breaking.

Breaking, rebuild,
break again, rebuilding.

They're ready.
Turnout's about 600.

Podium is stage right.

You'll walk across.
Friendlies behind for the cameras

packing the first three
rows in the pit.

Hayes, Rosen, Cullen and his wife
sit stage left in that order.

When you introduce them
she comes first, then Cullen.

Kenny Williams is doing
your intro.

- Williams? What's the--

- Stealth bomber.
- That's right.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the great mayor of this city,

Tom Kane.

Mr. Mayor,
good to see you.

Good to see you.
All right.

Thank you, Kenny.

So who you going for
for first base?

Pujols? Come on, don't mind them.
You can tell me.

Later later.

All right. Kenny Williams,
stealth bomber.

180 years ago a young man
arrived in town by boat.

His name
was Jeremiah Porter,

a presbyterian minister.

What he found was
a settlement

numbering no more
than 300 people.

The majority were soldiers
stationed at Fort Dearborn

along with some
French trappers

and pockets
of Potawatomi Indians.

And among the lot of them
vice was rampant,

corruption an accepted
way of life.

Prostitution, boozing,
cards, dice,

all forms of gambling
were common occupations.

Jeremiah Porter set about
to change that.

He built a church--
the first church in the city,

the First Presbyterian
Church of Chicago.

And from there he began
his work

eradicating gambling,
stamping out vice

and raising arms
against corruption.

Today the First Presbyterian
still holds daily services.

It stands as a testament
to an abiding truth

about the nature
of this great city,

this most American
of all cities...

...Chicago...

Go ahead.

...that always
its darkest elements

have given rise to its greatest
crusaders of light.

Its grafters and gamblers,
sinners and corrupters,

mob bosses
and crooked aldermen

have always been met
face on

by those who would not,
could not be corrupted...

What the fuck is this?

...Men of moral muscle,

men of backbone
and unimpeachable integrity,

men who bareheaded,
shoveling, wrecking,

planning, building,
breaking and rebuilding

made this city and this state
what it is today.

My friend

Governor Mac Cullen
is such a man.

Come on up, Mac.

And with your help,

Mac is going back to Springfield
again and again and again.

Cullen, Cullen, Cullen...

You're on, Mac.

All right, everyone,
listen up.

Grab your stuff.
Salva, Miguelito,

bring the 360 trackhoes
and the hydro.

We're working today
over there.

I don't know who the hell cooked up
this contract division bullshit,

but we've got 1,372 plots
to get through

and on every single one I want
the same thing-- six inches.

- That's about a half shovel's length, yes?
- Yup.

Not an inch more.
Now when your guys hit that depth,

they stop-- stop-- and you
call over one of my guys.

We can't touch the topsoil;
You can't touch the coffins.

So we're gonna have to work
this together. All right, let's go.

- Let's go.
- Come on, guys.

No, no dinner.
He needs to be out at 8:00 p.m. sharp.

What kind of gifts?

Ma'am, I need to
call you back, okay?

No, I'll call you back.
Thank you.

Cullen's called
three times since you left.

Get him.

And send Stoney in,
will you?

Cullen's on the line, sir.

Put him through.

- Tom.
- Mac.

- Hell of a speech.
- Thanks.

Hit "The Times"
and "The Sentinel" already.

- How's it looking?
- Good.

We're going out wide
for the next two weeks.

Back in town a couple days
before the primary.

What's the temperature?

It's a toxic shitstorm anywhere
across the 50 where there's a vote.

Two, sometimes
three termers,

wily old sons of bitches

with smooth operations,
cashed up,

good messaging,
plenty of grit,

getting their behinds handed
to them on a sandwich platter.

With Walsh's ties to D.C.,
why don't you just run the ads

and watch her self-implode
defending them?

Yeah, Walsh.
Walsh I know how to take.

It's not the main event
I'm worried about.

- It's this primary.
- Primary's in the bag, Mac.

You got Cook county.
What else do you need?

Yes, of course.
Thank you, Tom.

Well, I guess that's it.

Anything else
I can do for you?

I'll be sure to ask.
Thanks again, Tom.

Mac.

All right, I need to know
exactly how he's coming at me--

when, how, what?
Fuck!

Is this about O'Hare?

Don't fucking
ask questions.

This isn't some fucking
learning moment.

Fucking moron.

How's the kid looking?

He'll be here
in an hour.

- Is he ready?
- He's ready.

His attacks on Cullen
are gaining some serious balls.

Anybody putting him
up to it?

No. He either really
gives a shit

or he's the most ambitious
son of a bitch I've ever seen.

He's straight,
goes to church,

family, kids,
the camera loves him.

He's young, but the game
has changed.

No one cares about
that anymore.

Stoney,

I need five minutes.

Sure.

- 62.
- Clinic.

Please hold.
Emma.

- Can I take a message?
- Number 62?

Can I come in with him?

- Are you family?
- Yeah, I'm his nephew.

What's your name, sir?

Morrison,
Alton Morrison.

Date of birth?

05-25-35.

- Address?
- He lives in Englewood.

- Do you need more than that?
- A zip.

60621.

Is he on Medicaid
or P.C.A.? C.H.I.P.?

- Uh, no.
- What's your name?

Darius-- uh, "D."

He has emphysema.
He's been on inhalers,

but he started
to feel a lot of pain.

A doctor will be with you
in a minute.

Um, ma'am,
can I take this?

It's private.

I can't leave you
in here alone.

All right.

Yeah.

I can't right now.

Yeah, how much?

What--

why?

Man, tell him
I can't, dawg.

It is what it is, yo.

All right.

Okay, so what have we here?

Mr. Morrison.

It was your dad.

- My dad?
- On the phone.

Well, what did he say?

Just to call him.

63.

Not long ago

financial shortages had placed
Noble Square Elementary

on a list of imminent
school closings.

But through its partnership
with Scientia

Noble Square's faculty,
staff and students

have improved this school

to become one of the most
successful in the city.

Grades are up.
Attendance is up.

Parents and students
are satisfied.

Scientia working
with local government

provided the critical
technology

required to help
turn this school around.

Scientia C.E.O.
Mike Bosovic

is himself an alumnus
of Noble Square.

So I know how saving
this particular school

has been of personal
importance to him.

Good job, everyone.

Good job.

Mrs. Kane read with students

and met the faculty
and staff at Noble Square.

She's scheduled
to continue her meetings

with Scientia staff at their
headquarters this afternoon.

Let's get some b-roll
on the students.

You guys want something
with a bit more bite?

- What did you have in mind?
- Miller. "Sentinel."

Get that, the mold.

Get all of that and then
swing it back to her.

All right, and over here,

who remembers
what was in this box?

Whoa whoa whoa whoa!

Watch out, watch out!

Spin it around.
Spin it around.

Checo?

Si.

Sí.

Sí, sí.

Why did you
get into public service?

Because I believe
in the role of government

to do what
the private sector can't--

provide the safety net necessary
for private businesses to thrive.

Because I believe in the power
of ordinary people

doing extraordinary things.

Treasurer Zajac
is here, sir.

- Mr. Mayor.
- Good to see you.

- Ezra Stone.
- I was born here, South Chicago,

in the bush.

My father worked steel at E.C.
Tin every day of his life.

And the only thing he ever expected from
me was that I would never do the same.

I'm sure you've heard
it before.

Stanford undergrad,
law at U of C.

Then straight to Holland
& Dunn in the city.

Call it the path
of least resistance.

One day I realized
I could see the whole thing,

not just the steps I had
taken to get where I was,

but every step
from there on out as well--

the rest of my life
in its entirety.

It made me
feel miserable.

I took a job with
the housing authority.

I was overqualified
and underpaid.

But everything changed.

My worst day there
was always better

than my best
in the private sector.

From there I ran for State
Treasurer and I won.

And every day has been nothing
but exhilarating since.

Because everything I do,
every decision that I make

in some small
practical way

affects the lives of every
citizen in this state,

all 12,910,409 of them.

And that matters.

This fucking kid.

Come with me.

When Cermak was mayor he used
to come up here all the time.

He was a bohemian,
an immigrant...

Working class like you,

except he utterly
lacked charisma.

But he had a gift.
He understood people.

He was the first
to force the Irish

into sharing power
with the other ethnicities.

His "House for all peoples"
he called it.

From here he had an uninterrupted
view of the whole thing,

all 50 wards.

North Side, Lincoln Square--
the Germans;

Northwest,
Division and Ashland--

your lot,
the Polonia Triangle

as well as the Czechs
and the Jews;

West Side-- the Italians;
South Side-- the Blacks;

all the rest
and in-between the Irish.

These were tribes.
They hated each other.

They fought, maimed, killed
and rioted against each other.

Cermak weaved a thread
through the lot of them

and pulled them in

forming the first
truly dominant

political force
this country had ever seen.

And he did it
because he understood

something basic
about all people--

they want to be led.

They want their
disputes settled.

They want their treaties
negotiated, their jobs dispensed,

their mutinies punished.

And they want
their loyalties rewarded.

To those who lead them
to all they want,

they get power.

It's a covenant,
unspoken and elemental.

When a part fails...

it needs to be fixed.

I want you to run
for governor

against Mac Cullen
in the primary.

I want you to come at him from his
wing and hammer him with all you got.

What makes you think
I'd want to do that?

Oh come on, you've been chewing at
him for three months straight--

two Sunday op-eds, one in "The
Sentinel" one in "The Sun Times,"

six appearances on local
television, three on cable,

and your speeches
at Northwestern,

Archer Daniels Midland
and Lou Mitchell's diner.

If I didn't know better,

I'd say that you've been contriving
this face to face even before me,

because the only thing
you're missing

is heft.

Here I am.

What do you want
from me?

You'll know when it comes up.
You won't have to ask.

Am I supposed to just damage
him or go for the whole thing?

It's not a matter of degrees.
It's not precision surgery.

You go after him because
it's time to take him out.

His numbers are high.

There's only three weeks
left until the primary.

It's an eternity.
Three days would be.

Don't tell me you have to think
about it because I know you don't.

- Smile.
- Why?

Sometimes it's necessary to let
the other guy know you're coming.

We've got
a situation downstairs.

Sir, something urgent.

It's my company,
Moco Industries.

Our job here today was to clear
the graves from the cemetery

and some of my workmen...

Who is that?

Alberto Moco Ruiz.
30th Ward,

South Lawndale.

He's one of
Lalo Mata's guys.

Got the contract to work
O'Hare and St. Johannes.

What is he doing in front
of a fucking camera?

For all intents
and purposes we believe

it's an old Indian site of some
great archeologic importance.

Where is Mata?

Hi, Mr. Miller.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Dr. Singh referred you

but I'm a little short
in my notes here as to why.

I'd like to apologize.

Dr. Singh is
an old friend and...

I've grossly manipulated that
friendship to get here to see you.

I'm a reporter
with "the Chicago Sentinel."

And I'm doing a story,

kind of taking
a deeper look at Tom Kane.

I know he's been
to see you.

And given what you specialize in, I think
there may be some information here

that could be of serious
interest to the public.

I understand you're bound
by confidentiality, but--

Thank you, Mr. Miller.

Okay.

If you change your mind.

Mr. Mayor.
Haime my nephew.

I hope it's okay
if he sits in.

Thought he could learn a bit
about the context of things.

It was a mistake.
Tom, you know that we appreciate--

I appreciate everything
that you have done for us.

If this poca madre,
if Moco had taken even a moment

to stop and think about it he never
would have rushed over there

with the cameras like
the hijo de that he is.

He's not the brightest.
But he has his uses, right?

His guys are cheap, never
been in trouble with I.C.E.

You know we have
this saying...

You don't ask for pears
from an elm tree.

Moco, he doesn't think.
He can't--

Stop.

Kitty.

Six new parallel runways,
two new terminals.

Entire estimate for the O'Hare
modernization program: 15 billion.

Total lifespan of the
project to date: 22 years.

$16 million paid
by the City of Chicago

to the City of Bensenville
to drop its opposition

to the expansion and allow
for the demolition

of 500 homes
in its municipality.

$630,000 paid to St. John's
United Church of Christ

to acquire the 5.32 acres
of the St. Johannes cemetery

which stand in the way of the proposed
expansion and begin land condemnation,

grave relocation and family
compensation programs.

374 state court arguments

brought before DuPage Circuit Judge
Merriam, 174 in Federal Court,

all pertaining to the alleged
assaults on the religious beliefs

of the families of the interred,
all fought and won--

cost to the city:
over 10 million.

87 articles of court-ordered
respect and dignity etiquettes

in dealing with the buried,
contractually agreed.

Fine for breaking each article:
$1,000 per breach.

- ...Heroes of the underground railroad.
- Tom?

22 fucking years.

You think this is easy?

Does Moco?

I've been accused of bulldozing
the First Amendment,

of trashing people's constitutional
right to rest in peace

until Jesus Christ's redemptive
resurrection at the world's fucking end!

And I've only been dealing
here with your average

heroes of the underground
fucking railroad,

veterans of the Civil
fucking War,

families who hosted
Abraham fucking Lincoln,

lying in graves that happen
to be lined up east-west

because they believed that
Christ will return on that axis

which also happens
to cut smack fucking bang

across two of my runways.

You think this is easy?

Answer me!

No.

They don't fucking listen,
your people, do they?

Fucking listen.

I have been called
everything from sacrilegious

to vile to a fucking
grave robber.

And I'm doing it all--
browbeating, finessing,

pleading, threatening,
on my goddamn knees

fucking debasing myself.
For what?

For the contracts,
for the jobs,

for the greater fucking glory
of this glorious fucking city,

for the likes of you

and your Mr. fucking Moco.
Fuck!

Does he hear me?

Can he fucking hear me?

Pay attention, son.

This right here

is the context of things.

Thank you for coming.

Somebody get me
some water!

- Next.
- Potawatomi.

- How long?
- Moretti's getting them.

By mandating annual
testing of children

in grades three to eight
and setting a 12-year timetable

for closing chronic gaps
in student achievement,

we believe we can meet
these goals.

Thank you.

I wonder if I could have
a private word.

I had my start in your
father's administration--

transportation authority.

So it's an honor to be working
with you now and your husband.

Mr. Bosovic, I hope it's okay
if we bypass idle chatter.

Yes, of course.

The conditions in that school
today were a disgrace.

I know,
and I apologize.

We try, but sometimes
we come across

odd forms of intransigence,
particularly from faculty.

But I assure you,
our goal always

is to strive for what's
best for the children.

My husband's administration

has allocated $2 billion
over five years

to be dispensed to joint
public-private enterprises

targeted expressly at servicing
the city's schools,

companies like Scientia.

He ushered the funds
through the city council

with no public hearings, and
he put my hand on the spigot.

Please do not mistake
my concern for today's mishap

as a tell
for a bleeding heart.

We're interdependent.

What reflects poorly on you
reflects poorly on me

and on the mayor.

There's a minimum standard across all
of your company's line of services

that'll be enough
to keep prying eyes away.

Please meet it.

I don't care
how you do what you do,

I care about how it looks.

Yes?

Yes.

Uh, Mayor Kane and Chief English
of the Potawatomi nation

are both very excited about
the possibility of a major

new archeological discovery.

Now the mayor feels very strongly
that all elements of the find

should be housed in a museum
for proper preservation.

And we've already had contact
with both the Field Museum

and Smithsonian Institute, but the
mayor prefers a local museum

so that people can
come to Chicago,

see the treasures
of our nation's past.

Maybe stay in a hotel,

buy a cup of coffee,
a commemorative mug.

Sir, does this call the
ownership of the land into question?

- No questions, please.
- How does this affect O'Hare, sir?

I don't know.
What's it gonna take, fellas?

Airport casino?

Proud builders.

Moretti: Okay, that's it.
Thank you, everyone.

Thank you. Thank you
very much for coming.

Thank you.

That guy was two years
ahead of me at Yale law.

Now he's dropping his pronouns
and wearing sacks.

It works.

Find out what that hands and
builders nonsense was about.

If this guy's gunning
for an O'Hare contract,

let him bid against Mata's guy.
Fuck 'em both.

I need something to get those maggots
on the city council off my back,

something to give me control over the
cemetery without their oversight.

Find something they can't vote
against, something today.

Nurses?
Cops? Fireman?

What about trash?

You know, throughout almost all of its
history, golf has been associated

with the most phenomenally stupid
clothing ever conceived for a sport.

You see, all sports, when they first come
onto the scene, have idiotic clothing.

That's 'cause they want to grab attention,
credibility. They want to grow.

But as they
become more established

they become more austere.

What about ice dancing?

That is the exception.
But the rule still holds.

And you see, this is
the same exact trajectory

that ethnicities take when
they first come to this country.

At first they're all
flash and dash--

hair greased, hot wheels,
pimp clothing, pimp jewelry.

But as they become
more established

they become more austere
in their tastes.

Look at the Italians,

the Irish, the Greeks,
the Jews.

Except the Blacks.

The Blacks
are the exception.

They're like ice dancing.

But for everyone else
this is the truth.

As time passes,
they begin to understand

the value of modesty,
of group strength,

of groups making
collective decisions,

of keeping your mouth shut
and checking up the ranks.

- Perdoname, Lalo.
- You understand though?

Si.

Good.

I don't know where
my ball has landed.

You know, I think it might have
floated into those trees over there.

- You guys think you can help me find it?
- Yes sir.

- Moco?
- Por favor, Lalo.

I am fourth
generation, Moco.

You will speak to me
in my language.

- Please.
- Come come, let's go.

- Otherwise we're gonna have to yield
the field of play here. - I...

You and your furrowed brow.

You think you
unearthed this?

He is toying with us.

And this fucking thing!

Every time you show me
something on this,

it's a goddamn...

Isn't there a bunch
of private shit on that thing?

Yes sir.

Well, go get it then.

The chair recognizes
Alderman Mata.

Thank you,
Mr. President.

The matter now
before the council,

Ordinance P02011-3:

To extend city trash
collection services

for a period of 12 months
from this date

and to appropriate the necessary
funds to continue said services.

- Ordinance has been read.
- Thank you, Mr. President.

I'd like to read out
a proposed amendment.

You may read
the amendment.

Amendment
to the ordinance:

To designate any and all
potential archeological finds

at the grounds known as St.
Johannes Cemetery O'Hare adjunct,

under the sole authority
of his honor the mayor...

- Mr. President.
- ...to determine all decisions and actions

- <i>affecting said archeological finds.
- Mr. President, on the merits--

- on the merits of the amendment--
- If I may.

The language of the amendment
contains all that there really

needs to be said or known.

Without oversight?
Without oversight?

Just hand
the authority over?

If my colleague has
an actual objection...

You're damn right I do.
Hookwinkery.

- We are being hoodwinked.
- That is not an actual objection.

Tying this to trash collection? Mr.
President, this is outrageous.

I ask that we debate the merits
of the amendment alone.

We have had neither the opportunity
nor the time to do this.

We need to debate this,
Mr. President.

Call for a vote.

I mean people talk
about business as usual...

I call for a vote!

Excuse me, Mr. President.

I mean, you can't just pass this
over us and have us think

we're not gonna do anything about it.

Mr. President, call
to a vote on this amendment!

- We have to debate this.
- I call for a vote, Mr. President.

I mean if you're gonna
play by the rules,

we've got to debate this,
Mr. President. Point of order.

I call for a vote! Call for
a vote-- no no, full vote.

Mr. President, are you gonna
listen to me?

Order. Order!

Hand over the hardware.

What?

Laptops, blackberries,
phones, iPads.

All of it.
No word in, no word out.

No Twitter,
no Facebook-- nothing.

The amendment stands.
Each of you will remain here

until you can decide
what it is you wish to do.

I expect a simple
up or down vote.

If the motion loses

I will make every single vote
publicly known.

You can explain your decision to
your constituents on your own.

Let the streets
run with shit.

So Zajac's news will
hit in the morning.

We're expecting lukewarm
in the opinions,

and nothing in the polls
as anticipated.

You'll stay
with Cullen for now.

We have a statement ready
if needed

confirming your
ongoing support.

The wording is taken from
one of your own speeches--

crusader of light
and so on.

- You want to see it?
- Who wrote it?

- Kitty.
- No.

The drop on Cullen, when it
comes, and your pivot away,

we think the best way is to go with a
single source-- exclusive, anonymous.

That way the rest of the media
will devour each other

either trying to outdo it
or debunk it.

- Good. Who?
- Sam Miller, "Sentinel."

We've kicked his tires.

No known political
affiliations.

Not a beat guy.
Not one of our guys either.

- Did an expose on City Hall last year.
- Remind me.

A handful of aldermen ran
their mouths off to him

for a month, forgetting who he is
and he printed all of it--

stupid shit they and their
asshole aides usually say.

Only surprising
if you believe them

to be paragons of intellect
in the first place.

It left him with a reputation

for not being afraid
to burn bridges.

Truth is,
he doesn't have any.

But that's his brand
and so he's perfect for this.

Anything else?

Yeah, one more thing.

Um...

These were taken today.

He's asking her about you.
She threw him out.

That's Miller
on the right.

- Who took these?
- One of my guys.

Like I said,
we're kicking his tires.

- How much do you know?
- All I've told you.

Keep it to that.

And her?

What do you think?

I think a gentle reminder

of certain oaths.

Remind her.

I need some medication.

- Quietly.
- What do you need?

I want to do this alone.

He's quiet.

- Hey.
- What's up?

I was just driving here
and I saw you.

Yeah, I walk here.

- How's your Uncle?
- He's all right.

Oh, they said you organized for
the breathing device, right?

Yeah.
Well, he needed it.

Thank you.

Can I give you
lift somewhere?

Are you... are you
looking for something?

Yeah.

All right, bet.

Oh.

Sorry, I didn't know
there was anyone in here.

Uh, it's just your suit
for tonight's dinner.

Is it just a speech?

No, I couldn't get them
to back down.

You'll be receiving the Latino
Business Association Chairman's Award.

Can't phone-monkey out there
bring that in for me?

Yes, he can.

You are where you are.

I've always liked the fact
that you are unencumbered

by excuses for it.

Don't undermine yourself
with shit like this.

Yes sir.

Sir, I hope you
don't mind me asking,

but is everything
all right?

How long have
you worked for me?

Eight years.

Eight years.

Don't ask me that again.

Yes sir.

This is it.

You want to wait here?

No, I'll come
with you.

All right.

Oh, all right,
just wait here, okay?

So--

- Meredith.
- Tom.

How long is this
thing going to take?

45 minutes.

Max.

There we go.

This is
a neuromuscular blocker.

It's temporary.
Please try to pay attention.

Hippocrates, in part.

"Whatever, in connection
with my professional service,

I see or hear in the life of men
which ought not to be spoken of,

I will not divulge,

as reckoning that all such
knowledge should be kept secret."

I know you can't nod.

I will assume you understand
the content of this message.

Who was that?

Just give mommy a moment.

Ladies and gentlemen,
our friend, Thomas Kane.

You are the new energy.

We are the sediment,
the layers beneath.

You are the topsoil,
the good stuff--

working, toiling.

This is your time

because achievement
does not frighten you.

You know, we have an expression about
pulling yourself up by your bootstraps.

And I think the closest thing
you guys have to it is,

here I go...

Am I right?

"He who wants fish
has to get his ass wet."

My friends, as long as you're
willing to get yours wet,

I will get mine wet
right along with you.

Thank you.

Mr. Mayor, when you
speak we listen.

Thanks for doing that.

Maybe I'll stay
at the house tonight.

You do what you want, Tom.

- Frank, you got your Sox cap?
- Yup.

Hand it over, will you?

And pull over, please.

Fellas, I'm gonna need the car.
Give me the coat.

Thanks, Pat. You can pick
this up later at the house.

Kitty.

What's your real name?

That is my real name.

Wait five minutes.

- Hello?
- Yeah, I got this number from Ezra Stone.

- You know how this works?
- No.

You tell me what you need,
I tell you when and where.

Come alone,
turn off your phone.

Not standby, off.

- Is there a GPS in your car?
- No.

All right, tell me
what you need.

- Hello?
- Dad.

- Emma.
- You called me?

No no, I--
how are you?

- Wait.
- What is it, Dad?

Listen, Emma, I'm sorry.
I've got to call you back.

Five minutes.
Can you give me a number?

The only one I have
is at the church.

You know, I'm gonna
call you back, Dad.

- No, Emma.
- No, I'll call you.

Wait.

I said no phone.

Look, I'm sorry.
Please.

Wait there.

Atamet. Exelon.
Aloperidin.

You know who I am?

No.

It's all there.

Gifts from God

for the children of God.

The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

Hey, I missed you
earlier.

I just wanted to thank you again
for what you did for my uncle.

Um, thank you
for coming.

Oh, no problem.

- Good night.
- Thank you for coming.

Fellas.

Thanks.

Emma?

- It's Stone.
- Yup.

The ordinance, we're still
four yeas shy of a majority.

Who's holding out?

Ross and his gang of six,

the South Side nine,

the entire
googoo bloc--

Carmona, Brown,
Sallstrom,

Dasgupta,
Riche, Solomou.

None of them
can afford to vote no

so they're all sweating it out
hoping someone else cracks first.

It's a fun little game of chicken
they're playing in there.

All city waste management operators
have already been warned.

Starting in the morning
nothing's getting picked up.

Looks like we'll have
a fight on this one.

So be it.

Yeah. You got what you
were looking for?

Yes.

Thanks.

- Good night, Stoney.
- Boss.

- You're awake.
- Yeah.

- We need a plumber.
- Okay.

The garbage disposal,
it's broken.

All right.

I'll get someone
at the office to send someone.

Thank you.

Meredith?

Tom.

Good night.

Good night.

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