All language subtitles for Boss - S01E07 - Stasis eng

This problem at O'Hare, the mayor's
announcement about the waste,

should we be concerned?

I was approached by a member
of mayor Kane's staff

and told that any reference to
trichloroethylene was to be redacted.

Alongside mayor Kane,
I did wrong.

Just tell me what you want.

Remove Tom Kane
from the toxic waste equation.

Make a simple statement
you acted on your own.

It's this guy from
"The Chicago Sentinel"... Miller.

His questions are
getting more pertinent.

Tom: Somebody gave him
that document.

Do you know who?

No sir.

My guy said it's some pretty powerful shit.
Who's it for?

I didn't like seeing him at the clinic
and I didn't like him seeing me.

It's not a joke...
What I do, who he is.

Emma: He's fine.
I have it under control.

You were saying
about this lawsuit?

Nothing, sir.

Just get me a deal.
I will settle this one.

They should've proposed one
already anyway.

There's a shift going on within
the city administration.

I'm sorry to say that Alderman
Mata has found himself

on the wrong side
of that shift.

Ross... find out, dig.
I need to know where he's vulnerable.

I'm fucking done with him...
Impeachment hearings.

Did you find her yet,
the nurse?

Not yet.
We will though.

Ross: A year from now the mayor
runs for reelection.

Drop out of the governor's
race and take him on.

Tom needs to watch his back.

Running against him
won't be easy.

I can help you win.

Kitty: He's not gonna go
down without a fight.

He will take this entire
city down with him.

( Theme music playing )

* 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. *

( vocalizing )

Sync and corrections by n17t01
www.addic7ed.com

( Music fades )

Stone:
Monday. We're still here.

Impeachment's
off the table for now.

Dr. Reyes... neutralized as a
potential witness in any hearings.

But public perception
is still a problem

and the council
is riding the wave...

No legislation, no debate,

none of them have
even come in this morning.

City business
is at a standstill.

Everybody,
everything is waiting

on hold until
they see how you fare.

Nothing's getting done until your
way out of this becomes clear.

The feeling on the street is that a
full-blown shutdown would be inexcusable,

with the blame laying squarely on your shoulders.
Contracts on ice.

- Nobody's sure whose word means what.
- ( Reporters shouting )

- Despite the crowd outside with
nothing better to do... - ( Chanting )

Than to picket city hall
on a Monday morning,

what concerns me is this:
Forget for or against us,

the question now is us.

If people think
you're dying, Tom,

you're as good as dead.

( Chanting continues ) Just go!
Shame on you! Just go! Shame on you!

- A shutdown?
- Without the council and a perceived vacuum

in this office,
we're not far from one.

- How far? - End of the week.
If we don't change things by then,

we're facing a full shutdown.

Every agency is already figuring
its numbers on who gets paid,

who goes home,
whose blackberries go dark.

- What's still running?
- I've been talking with emergency services,

police and fire units.
They'll continue in good faith.

They get their money yearly,
so they'll be okay.

But their biggest fear
is a continued freeze.

- Anything else?
- Anything primarily run by the federal government,

unless this thing
drags on for months.

But that scenario is unlikely,
one way or another.

You mean with me or without me?

Yeah. You need to turn
the public tide, Tom.

Kids with cancer... It's your face
behind all theirs in the press.

- Any bad news?
- Yeah, Zajac's campaign... It's stalled.

His team is wondering if
you'll be there to back him.

With two days
until the primary,

your ties to him
have turned this election

into something
of an opinion poll on you.

And more than the public, it's
the ward bosses that matter.

They see you as weak
and, by extension, so is he.

Too easily beatable
in the generals against Walsh.

Cold feet against him, in turn,

says the same about you.

The way things stand now,

you're practically
on Zajac's ticket.

- Cullen?
- Polls to be released later today

show a slight spike.

- I know I don't need to say this but...
- Then don't.

- Say it.
- If we don't find something to distract the public

long enough
to pull off the election,

you and Zajac both are sitting
ducks before we know it.

A puppet show I designed
to slot him in as governor

turns now into a fucking
referendum about me.

There's more.

Today's your deposition
on the class action suit

brought by
the Bensenville plaintiffs.

Kitty's out
roaming the building,

prepping agencies
in case of a shutdown.

- ( Sighs )
- Do you want me to handle the deposition?

( Sighs ) We need a diversion,

something to remind the people of who
you were before this bad run began.

- Were?
- Are.

If you have anything,
any wild card whatsoever,

now's the time to play it.

I'll ride it out.

- Tom.
- I'll ride it out.

Two days is 48 hours

is enough time
to deliberate properly.

Ross...
What do you have?

Something. I'll get it
to you this afternoon.

- Why was he talking to Mata?
- Still working that.

- Where is Mata?
- Still MIA,

so's the old man's nurse.

Stoney, there's no room here.

I've gotta get this one right.

I know.

So will you be there
for the deposition?

You tell me. Will I?

Clinic, please hold.
Clinic, please hold.

- Hey.
- Emma?

Can you give her a minute?
She's with a patient.

- Okay.
- Okay. Hi. Thanks for holding.

How can I help you?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

"Almighty God, look on this your
servant, lying in great weakness,"

and comfort him with the
promise of life everlasting,

given in the resurrection of
your son Jesus Christ our lord.

"Amen."

Hey. What happened?

Oh, the man at the tattoo
parlor went easy on me.

- Oh.
- ( Chuckles )

How's your friend, EZ?

He'll be fine.
What's that around your neck?

It's a stole,

- a vestment.
- Okay.

It's something I wear when
administering the sacraments.

Oh, okay.

Does it make you uncomfortable
to see me do my job?

- No no no.
- Okay.

Maybe I'll see you later
when things aren't so busy.

Wait, hold up.

I wanted to show you later
when it healed, but...

( Mumbles )
Yeah? Right there.

Yeah.

I never told you it was the name of
a song I wrote just before we met.

No, you didn't.

Some would say a tattoo
is a sign of faith.

Or maybe I just thought
it'd look cool.

I'd like to hear it.

- What?
- The song.

Oh, okay.

Bye.

( Beeps )

( Breathing heavily )

As acting head of the department
of sanitation at the time,

Mayor Kane had sole authority
to approve or deny

such dumping of toxic
waste, did he not?

I can't speak for the checks and
balances in place at the time.

I'll have to ask the mayor when
he's available and get back to you.

Well, perhaps his signature
can speak for itself.

Mr. Stone, please
examine the document.

That is his signature,
is it not?

If he signed it,
I assume that it is.

Did the mayor know
that the waste

he approved to be buried
at the O'Hare adjunct site

contained dangerously high
levels of trichloroethylene?

- You mean Mayor Rutledge?
- No, I mean Mayor Kane.

I thought you meant the mayor at
the time, which was not Tom Kane.

Answer the question,
Mr. Stone. Was Tom Kane,

who issued the order
for the waste to be dumped

at the site,
aware that it contained

dangerously high levels
of trichloroethylene?

I'll have to ask the mayor when
he's available and get back to you.

At a press conference
two weeks ago,

when he announced the recent
discovery of the dump,

Mayor Kane mentioned that
the waste was disposed, quote,

"well underground
at appropriate depths,"

end quote.
To the contrary,

the area in question was
never properly permitted

for the disposal
of toxic waste.

Is or was Mayor Kane
aware of this fact?

I cannot speak to that.
I'll have to ask him and get back to you.

Yeah, when he's
available, right.

Would now be a good time?

( Chuckles )

Let me ask you something,
Mr. Stone...

Was it you who advised the mayor
to play hardball like this

or was it his own
ill-advised thinking?

- I'm not sure what you mean.
- Knowing his predilection to cut a deal,

I'd have thought he'd choose
to settle this out of court

rather than go down the biggest
sinkhole of his career.

Tom:
What deal?

They offered a 12-hour window to
settle the suit out of court.

- To whom?
- Kitty.

- When?
- Saturday.

The McGantry kid is every bit the
pompous blowhard his old man is,

but I think
he's telling the truth.

What do you want to do?

- Keep it to yourself.
- Mmm.

And...

Send in Kitty.

( Door opens )

( Door closes )

Essential versus nonessential
functions are being worked on

by all agencies, factoring in
the contingency of furloughing.

Paid leaves
are being suspended,

unemployment benefits
reapportioned.

City tax and revenue services
are suspending activities...

No money in, no money out.
Parks and monuments, all closed.

Housing and small business
administration both are saying

they'll be forced to suspend
approvals on new loan guarantees.

- Let's jump to tomorrow night.
- Yes sir.

What's this I'm hearing
about a press conference

by Zajac on election eve?

I assume a standard pep talk
to boost the troops

given the freeze and
Cullen's rise in the polls.

- You assume?
- I'll find out, sir.

I don't know.

Maybe they're right.

Sir?

The people out there.

Not in their appraisal
of me but...

Yes sir?

But the timing.

There comes a time
you have to ask "why?

Is it worth it?"

Yeah, maybe that's how you finally
calculate that it's time to

do something else,

step down.

( Tom sighs )

We've worked together
for eight years, you and I.

Yes sir, eight years.

So you know better than anybody

what's left to do in this office
that I haven't already done,

except...

Put up with more and more
days like this.

- Sir, if I may...
- You don't have to say anything.

It's just a thought for now.

But things move quickly from
idea to reality in this game.

You know that.

Yes sir.

Just last week you had
phone monkey out there

putting up false real estate
signs in Bensenville.

( Both laugh )

I can't help but wonder whether

to admire or regret

what our run
has turned you into.

Admire, sir.

I've made a lot
of sacrifices, Kitty,

for the sake of all this.

I know you have too.

I appreciate it.

Well, whatever you decide,

either way,

I'm here for you.

Thank you.

( Door opens, closes )

( Keyboard clacking )

Ben:
Can I call you back?

Kitty: No, are you
somewhere private?

- Yeah.
- Kane's talking about stepping down.

- Down?
- From office.

- What? Why?
- I don't know. He just told me.

It could be everything that's going on.
I've never heard him like this.

- Are you sure?
- I'm telling you I don't know. Only time will tell.

But if he really means this...

I don't need Ross or anyone else
at my back to run for mayor.

Exactly.
And at the right time,

you could even use Kane himself
to ease you into his spot.

This is huge.

- Kitty?
- Yeah, sorry.

Was there something else?

Listen, I'm gonna
call you back, okay?

Okay.

With all due respect, Tom,
you've gotta make a move.

There are
two days left, hardly,

and we've made
our concerns clear to ezra.

- Yes, you have.
- Everyone's hide is on the line this week

- if yours is.
- Is it?

Tom, you want the kid
in Springfield,

we'll pull the trigger for him.

But you gotta
make it easier for us.

He's nothing without you.

And right now
with all that's going on,

it's very hard for us
to convince folks that...

- That I'll be around.
- Man: Yes.

We're in a bad place, Tom,

and the usual goodwill
gestures aren't gonna cut it.

- No tax rebates...
- Man: Clemency grant...

Planting a fucking tree
at the waste dump.

In all seriousness, we've
worked together for many years,

so I hope you understand
when I tell you

you have to trust us on this.

The standard tricks
won't suffice,

not with two days
and this much heat.

- Please, Tom.
- Thank you, gentlemen. You've said enough.

I appreciate your concern,

but I never found panic
to be a good policy.

Word is "The Sentinel"
is gonna endorse Cullen.

They can endorse the tooth
fairy for all I care.

It's been a thrashing
by that one reporter, Tom.

I've taken care
of "The Sentinel" problem,

so just allow me to take care
of a few others as I see fit.

We'll all be
a lot better for it.

- Thank you.
- ( Man clears throat )

Thanks, Tom.

- Mayor.
- Thank you always. Thank you, gentlemen.

Thanks for coming.
Take care, gil.

Bump this section
up to the top.

It'll make
for a stronger opening.

You're gonna cut this,
lose this.

And who's the source for these
two quotes you don't credit?

Wikipedia.

- You're fucking kidding me.
- Hm-Mmm.

- Dot com, forward slash, unacceptable.
- ( Gasps )

Miller: Fix it.

Well well,
a visit from the king.

What brings his eminence
to this lowly province?

Uh-oh.

I wonder what the hell
this is about.

Can I have your laptop?

- ( Clears throat )
- Sam, Peter Baine.

The infamous Sam Miller.
Good to meet you, son.

We met briefly last year at the
national press foundation dinner.

And I was likely quite drunk
just to get through it.

Well, then that
makes two of us.

Is there somewhere private
that we can talk?

- Sure, we can use my office.
- I was hoping Mr. Miller and I

might have a word alone.
We, uh... your office?

- Of course.
- Peter: Fine.

Have a seat over here.

I know the asset that
you've been

to this enterprise,
particularly recently,

but we have a problem...

No, "problem" is
too strong a word...

An issue.

- An issue.
- This ongoing story on Kane.

Let me spare you
the niceties, sir.

If I have to
shut up or ship out,

I'll just ship out.

Rather than drop anchor
in this very office?

- Excuse me?
- You in, Bentley out.

The time has come, anyway, for
some fresh blood at the helm.

- Are you serious?
- Look at the situation, son.

Look at where we're sitting.
Look at him out there.

What makes you think
I'm not serious?

As long as I kill
the story on Kane.

Not kill, exactly.
Just induce a certain coma

- for the time being.
- The time being?

- A few days.
- Meaning until after the election.

Meaning a few days.
You can analyze that however you want.

What makes you think
I want to be editor?

Aside from the fact that you're
still wet behind the ears enough

to ask such a brash,
rhetorical question?

Well, I'd hate to be beholden to city
hall any more than I already am.

Now don't confuse
Bentley with the position.

You do with it what you
want, make it your own.

Think about it, son.

Would you rather take aim
with a slingshot from out there

or a cannon from in here?

Better tools make
for a better fight.

( Chuckles )
You sound like him.

Who?

- Bentley.
- Think about it.

And, um, after the election?

Like I said,
you do what you want

as long as you sell papers.

Let me know.

( Door opens )

Hey, Jack.
Good seeing you.

Always a pleasure.

Fire in the hole!

- Hey.
- ( Applauding )

Thank you.
At ease, everybody.

- Hey, do I have an office here?
- Right this way.

Thank you so much.
Appreciate it.

( Phone rings )

- Hello.
- Ben: It's me. Kane's quitting.

- Has he said anything to you about it yet?
- Slow down.

Take a breath.

- How do you know?
- Someone on the inside. That's all I can say.

Why wouldn't he tell you?

I don't know.

I would tread
very carefully with this.

- Who else knows?
- No one.

So which is it? Is he playing a
game or is he telling the truth?

He might not even know himself.

What do we do?

We act... fast.

- We stack the deck toward him quitting.
- I'll tell you what...

If Kane is not in the race for
mayor this time next year,

why do I need a Ross, a Cullen or any
other backseat driver calling the shots?

I don't want to be
their stooge as mayor

any more than I want
to be Kane's as governor.

Fuck 'em for trying to own me.

If I'm gonna do this,
I'm gonna do it the right way...

- From scratch.
- Then you do it by sticking

to the three basic linchpins
of American politics,

Money, muscle

and the neutralization
of one's enemies.

- So much for message.
- Nice alliteration, but not a winning strategy.

Now the money is spoken for.
We can assume that much.

- How?
- The same way Tom could

when I raised what it took
to get him elected.

Oh right.

Tsk. Don't worry.
I won't be owning you either.

I'll only insist
that I continue

in a certain few
of my unofficial capacities.

Of course.

- Muscle?
- Organization on the ground.

Leave that to me for now.

You, on the other hand,
need to focus on your enemies,

present and future.

And you don't have much time.

First on your list... Ross.

If he finds himself
pushed out of the picture

before you've built enough
momentum of your own,

he could render
this whole thing stillborn.

So you don't give him any
reason to suspect anything.

Step down?

That man will crawl inside
the walls of city hall

and die with the other rats
before he walks out willingly.

Maybe, or maybe he'll
do the smart thing

and spare his legacy
any further damage.

- How do you know this?
- I can't say,

but it's reliable and credible.

Why are you telling me?

Because I want you
to hear it from me in person

that if Kane does step down, I don't
want the earth tremors it will cause

to give you any doubts
about my intentions.

As far as I'm concerned,

this doesn't affect our plan
one way or another, right?

- Why would it?
- I don't care about the others.

I want you to tell me now

that you care just as much
about putting me in office

as you do about
dumping Kane out of it.

You have my word.

( Sighs )
Some fucking place to meet.

Yeah, it had to be
someplace no one goes.

Would you hang out
here at night?

( Phone rings )

Take a message.

Who?

Put him through.

What can I do for you?

Where?

Ross: Wasn't sure you'd
even take my call.

- How can I help you?
- That's my question.

It's pretty empty down here.

Kane doesn't manage
to thaw this one out,

he won't be the only one
looking for a job next week.

If you have a point,
I'm listening.

Should the plates shift
in city hall,

I want you to know you'd
still have a home here.

Thank you for the call.

I heard he's stepping down.

- You always believe what you hear?
- If you do.

Do you?

We're done here.

Your man's toxic.

He himself is giving us
everything we need

to keep things
in a deep freeze,

but we can bring all this back,

resume business,

if he takes the honorable step.

Shake the tree,
bad apples do fall.

- Who did Ross hear it from?
- Stone: We didn't get that far,

but tell me
where the dots begin

and I'm sure
we can connect them.

I'll take care of that.

Did he say anything else?

Yeah, he offered me a job.

( Chuckles )

Tom, we need to talk
about the election.

- Time's running out.
- Not now.

Ezra.

Thank you.

- Kitty: Sir, you asked to see me?
- Come in.

Close the door, please.

- ( Door closes )
- I need your help with something.

- Yes sir.
- Something I'm having a little trouble understanding.

This morning we were
approached by Alderman Ross.

He offered his help

in bringing
the council back to work.

That's good news, sir.

He did so because
he's under the impression

that I'm stepping down

from office.

I only told you.

- Sir...
- Sit down.

I've asked you before,

do you know who the fuck I am?

Right now, in this moment,

I am the angel
of fucking death for you.

And the next few minutes are
gonna feel like perdition itself

if you don't tell me
what I need to know.

Nod.

You wanna play.

Let's fucking play.

How small.

How pedestrian.

How fucking cheap.

Do you understand
how little your petty act

of defiance even registers?
And to what end?

Make your mundane, inconsequential
life mean something?

You want to feel,
is that it? Feel needed?

Worth it? You want
to fucking matter?

You don't.

You don't fucking matter.

Whatever station you occupy,

others have given you...

Those of us

who make things, who matter.

And you know this...
That's your burden...

That forever, no matter
how hard you work,

how many futile sacrifices
you make,

how deeply you commit,

you know it will always be

another's hand that feeds you.

Because that's what you are,
that's what you'll always be...

Dependent.
And now you have designs

on shifting your dependency.

How numbingly

predictable.

Go ahead.

But before you walk out
of this room,

I want names.
Look at me.

Who did you tell?

- Who?!
- ( Crying )

Zajac.

- Speak.
- He's planning on stepping down

from the race
for governor to run

next year

for mayor.

Mayor?

Of Chicago?

Zajac?

It wasn't his idea.

Names. Who else?

Ross, sir.
He's backing him.

- Tonight's press conference.
- Zajac is planning

on announcing
that he's dropping out

of the primary
for personal reasons.

Who else?

Cullen.

Kohler.

Solomou.

Mata.

( Softly ) Who else?

Who?

Meredith: I hate the clandestine thing.
Let's keep this cut and dry.

We don't have time
for anything ponderous.

Kitty: Okay.

Zajac came to me with a rumor
that Tom is stepping down.

I assume you told Ben.

Relax, change is in the air.

We have to realign ourselves.

You can practically smell it...

The city on standby

until those who have what it
takes step up to the plate.

Do you have what it takes?

For what?

Meredith:
To step up.

He needs organization
on the ground.

You know the people,
the lay of the land.

Kitty: How am I supposed
to take this conversation?

Oh, don't humor me.

You know what my marriage
is and what it isn't.

I'm the one who grew up
in the mayor's office

when Tom was playing stickball
with stolen bats in Bridgeport.

And don't make this a choice
between him and me.

You have a lot more to look out for
than your devotion to a fallen horse.

Where will you be
a year from now

if Kane's not around?

Keep all your eggs
in one basket

and they're likely to rot
sooner than you think.

Do handmaidens
get a second chance?

For you to decide.

How long do I have?

We need to hit the ground running
the moment Zajac announces

he's dropping out
of the primary.

Whichever way you choose,
know this...

We never had this conversation.

Otherwise you

and you alone will pay
for what you started.

( Kitty crying )

( Softly ) Meredith.

Leave.

( Knocks )

Come in.

Tom, you okay?

( Softly ) No.

- Should I ask?
- Not now.

I'm sorry,
but this is something

that can't wait any longer.

Public opinion, Tom.

The time to ride
things out is past.

We have less than a day.

Whatever you have,
if you have anything,

it's now or never.

Otherwise tomorrow
will be a bloodbath.

Everything really will be over.

Just give me five minutes.

( Door closes )

( Phone rings )

- Free clinic.
- Tom: Emma.

Dad, what's the matter?

Nothing.
I just wanted to call.

- Where are you?
- You know, just...

At work.
( Chuckles )

- You don't need a refill already, do you?
- No.

I just wanted
to hear your voice.

Dad, are you okay?

Yeah, I...
How's work?

Good.

How are you weathering things?

You know, I'm not
really up on my Bible,

but isn't there something
in there about how it's...

There's a time to eat shit

and wish that you'd done everything
different the first time?

Well, close enough.

- Emma.
- Yeah?

I love you.

- But you don't have to...
- I love you too, dad.

( Crying )

I know.

I know.

I know. I'll...

I'll talk
to you soon. Okay.

- Okay.
- Bye-bye.

Bye, dad.

(Crying )

Meredith: I don't need
to sell you, babe.

You, Peter and Eugene sold me on Ben
at lunch only a short time ago.

And in the interest of...
How did you phrase it?

"Change on the outside,

continuity on the inside"?

Something like that, perhaps.

I think we can all agree that

while it would be
a good thing to have him

in the governor's office
in Springfield,

it might be
an even better thing

to have him in the mayor's
office right here in Chicago.

And Tom?

Tom has intimated
he may be stepping down.

We're just trying to make sure

that transitions happen
smoothly and without upheaval.

That's one thing I love
about you, Meredith...

Always as much concerned
about the powers that will be.

It takes a spine of iron
to get the job done

and done right in this town.

Well, when you grow up
with a father

who spent his life
working in the mills,

you tend to get a spine
at an early age.

What are we talking in terms
of financial support?

- We haven't discussed figures yet.
- That's fine.

I'm asking the candidate
for his educated guess.

- Ben: 250.
- A quarter million.

We're looking at two humps...

First, whatever happens
with the initial announcement.

It's early, so there
could be upfront costs.

Then as we get closer
to the run next year,

we should fall back into
a more traditional pattern.

Babe: Ground operations?
The opposition?

We've taken measures
on both fronts already.

So Tom's thinking
of stepping down?

You know, it doesn't matter.

Nothing like
the bond of betrayal

to keep you two
in bed together.

I'd offer you a drink,

but let's just assume
we had one.

Mayor Zajac

and whatever it takes
to make it so.

Babe.

( Door closes )

( Elevator dings )

( Tires screech )

( Tires screech )

( Police shout )

Today I stand before you.

My heart broken and in pieces.

- ( Muffled shouting )
- ( Tires screech )

Today I approved a multifaceted
operation aimed at dealing

a strong blow to the drug trade

that still affects the
meaner streets of our city,

a relentless scourge

that as mayor I have
attempted to vanquish

on behalf
of not only our children,

but also on behalf

of their parents...

Parents like me.

For today I join
the multitude of parents,

broken-hearted parents,
who have suffered

- the same tragedy in their own lives.
- ( Police shout )

It is with heaviness that I...

( Tires screech )

Put your hands
on the desk right now!

Hands on the desk!

My own daughter was found on
the wrong side of the law

in a neighborhood

to which she attempted
to bring light

both as a pastor
and as the administrator

of a free health clinic.
She got mixed up

in its darker elements.

But the law is the law.

And to spare my own daughter

the consequences of breaking it

would send the wrong message
to all our children.

I only hope you see
my actions as they are...

Candid, plain, truthful.

I hope I'm able
to put away this pain...

The pain in which
I know I'm not alone,

the pain for which
there's no description.

My soul is in tatters.

I know there is solace

in knowing that cleaner streets
will spare other parents

this same grief.

As a father, in this moment,

there's only pain in my heart.

I'm afraid that's all I can
manage for now. Thank you.

Reporters:
Mr. Mayor. Mr. Mayor.

( Reporters chattering )

- Ben: Hello.
- We need to talk.

I just heard it on the radio.

He's not stepping down, Ben.

For Kane so loved
the city of Chicago,

he gave up his only
begotten daughter.

Shut up and listen to me.

He's not going anywhere.

It was a trap, his mention
of stepping down,

just to see
who would bite. We bit.

- He knows everything.
- What does he know?

You, me, Meredith...
Everyone.

All right.
Everything's gonna be okay.

- You don't know him, Ben.
- And I don't want to.

Listen to me. He can play all
the games that he wants,

he's finished.
Let him run against us next year.

He won't have a pot to piss in
when his money base decamps

and the ward muscle
along with it.

We're gonna have his machine
working for us.

I mean, that's assuming you
still want to be a part of it.

I know that you do.

We can do this.

We can do it together.

I need to tell you something.

Tell me. Anything.

( Door opens )

Let me call you back, mom.

You might want to sit down.
This is gonna hurt.

Your anger is aimed at me,

though you are responsible
for what you have done.

Think of this as an inoculation

against false hope.

( Folder rustles )

Tom:
Send a set of each

to Mrs. Zajac
and Alderman Ross...

- Yes sir.
- ...lmmediately.

Do I have to stand here
to make sure

you don't let
this one slide too?

( Quietly ) No sir.

Maggie: Please tell me
what you were thinking.

I don't know.

No, you don't, do you?

Because thinking
doesn't suit you.

You know what suits you?

Being a prop

for people who actually
know what they're doing,

people in a league
you don't even understand.

Do you know what this is?

( Cries )

Woman:
Mailroom.

Hi, this is Kitty on five.

I need a courier
as soon as possible.

I'll send one up.

Thank you.

Since when have I ever cared
who you're fucking?

What I do care about

is who sent this.
Do you understand?

Who is sending

this message, Ben,

that you are fucked...

( Loudly ) And they
are gonna fuck you?

- Kane.
- Well done.

I'm not asking for an answer.

I'm asking you to think...
Hard as that is...

Where your reckless fucking
has gotten you...

Us.

Because maybe you're
having trouble seeing it.

And because over my dead body

are you gonna sabotage
the kind of future

for which I have worked
all these years.

- Maggie...
- Shut up!

You have relinquished
your right to speak.

This is what you're gonna do.

First, you are going to
cancel the press conference

you have scheduled
for tonight and give up

your absurd pipe dream
of taking on Kane.

Second, you are going
to crawl back to him

with your tail between your
legs like the dog that you are

and you are going to beg
him for his forgiveness.

If you're lucky, he may just let
you still run for governor.

What about Ross?

That note said
he got a set too.

I guess that's third.

You pray you don't end up
in a ditch where you belong.

Woman:
Honey, you coming to bed?

Honey?

Yup.

Is everything okay?

Yes.

( Elevator dings )

Ben:
I don't know what to say.

Three weeks ago you threw me
the bone of a lifetime

and I messed up in ways
I can't even explain.

I'm here to say I'm sorry.

No matter how hollow
that may sound now,

I'm really really sorry.

I learned my lesson.
It may be too late,

but I'm thinking
of my family now...

My wife, my two boys.

I may not get a second chance
with them, but I thought maybe...

What?

If I did whatever
it is you wanted of me...

My mercy comes easier
than theirs?

- No sir.
- Do you realize how easy it would be

to have you wiped
completely off the map?

Your name,
your face... gone,

never to be
seen or heard of again.

You are a state treasurer

who ran
a three-week campaign

for governor in a primary.

Who do you think remembers that

if you don't win?

- Sir, please...
- I would've thought you'd come to me on your knees.

Please.

Stay where you are.

What about tomorrow?

What about it?

Am I still in the race?

( Switch clicks )

Jack.

Oh, Sam, I didn't see you
there behind the facade.

- Fair enough.
- Yeah? Shove it up your ass.

You would've done
the same thing.

I wouldn't have been such
a hypocrite along the way...

You and your bullshit crusade
for a code of transparency.

That's funny. It wasn't
even two weeks ago

you were telling me to use
the system to beat the system.

Better tools for a bigger,
better fight, right?

Fuck you, you ungrateful punk.

You'd still be covering
the weekend arts bulletin

if I hadn't
given you your break.

- I can't argue that.
- Good.

Do me a favor...
Stay out of my face till I'm gone.

See if you can live up to it

as much as you wish
everyone else did.

Here, I'll go, you stay.

Make yourself at home.

( Sighs )

- Good night, Frank.
- Good night.

( Car door closes )

Good night.

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