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My friend Governor Mac Cullen

is going back to Springfield
again and again.

You know what I see
when I look at you, Mac?

A piece of shit

and a man whose
moral turpitude

taints the office
he has sworn to uphold.

The mayor has decided
to double down

on the state treasurer
for governor.

I don't think
it's a good idea.

Oh, me neither.

Your guys at O'Hare sitting
on their asses all day?

What's going on that
we're not supposed to see?

It's this guy from
"the Chicago Sentinel"-- Miller.

His questions are
getting more pertinent.

Woman: I've got results from
the water sample you sent over.

My husband has told me
great things about you.

Mrs. Kane, I really can't discuss
anything about your husband.

I'm here to discuss
your relocation.

Woman: Dr. Harris no longer
works at this hospital.

Lewy body, there's no cure.
I have it.

I'm sorry, Dad.
It's too late.

( Theme music playing )

♪ Boss 1x04 ♪
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Original Air Date on November 11, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪ 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 )

( Music fades )

( Sports playing on radio )

Woman: You know, I think
I'm going to vote.

Get registered
and just do it-- vote.

It's silly.
It's just a primary

and I know
things never change.

It's just--

he speaks to me, you know.

The other girls at the park,
you know what they call him?

Zajac Crackerjack.

Did you hear him
in Springfield yesterday?

What he said about
the blame game,

no winners, only losers?
He's not scared.

He's decent
and he's not scared.

I'm thinking yellow.

There's no need to rip
into the old man's drawers.

A suit is one thing.
You can't wear

the same tie
two days in a row--

- it's bad luck.
- I have a stash at the office--

definitely yellow.
It's your color, Mr. Mayor.

Mmm.

- I can make you an omelet.
- No thanks.

I'm running late
as it is anyway.

What's this?

Something
from his files.

He likes it when I read him
things from his days in office.

I heard on a talk show that
reinforced memory of minutia

is good for the brain.
And seeing

that those were the
happiest days of his life--

I don't know,

I think he likes it.

See you tonight?

I think it's better if you
don't ask me that, okay?

( Beeps )

- Kitty: Zajac.
- I'm listening.

He made the splash we were
hoping for in Springfield.

Played the state treasurer card to
thrash Cullen on fiscal sobriety.

- Yep.
- He's headed to farm country--

photo op at a diner
in Danville.

- And?
- It could be hostile territory.

It's government-corporate-
nexus farming issues.

He's really not up on it.

There's no telling
some locals won't try

to turn the photo op
into a one-way food fight.

( Chimes )

"Admin failure
java select"?

The fucking people
who make this shit.

I've scheduled a conference call
for you at 3:00

to review
the script with him.

( Chiming )

You know, get desk jockey
out there to call the guys at the...

In the... The computer guys to help
me set this thing up.

Yes sir.

Zajac--
here's a better idea:

You meet him in Danville,

handle things there--

better on the ground
than on the phone,

especially if he does
get thrown to the dogs.

Sir, I think
with everything happening--

The more reason
to cover things out there.

Thank you.

Kitty!

"The blame game in politics
has no winners, only losers."

- Was that yours or his?
- Mine.

It was good.

( Door closes )

What is it?

Cullen.

I think we made
our point.

He overstepped
on O'Hare;

we embarrassed him
in his run.

Had he not understood
his error,

I'd be advising you to run
the kid all the way.

- But?
- I think the governor came to us

and made a case.
He's on his knees.

I'd be remiss if I didn't
tell you I think he's right.

Zajac isn't going anywhere.

We groom him,

save him, play him
much further down the line.

- Are you afraid of Walsh?
- No.

This is about making
the right play.

What if it's about
fucking Cullen?

It could be read wrong--

overhitting,

disproportionate,
emotional.

By whom?

Anyone who wants to do
business with the city.

I want disproportion.

Yes sir.

That's the end of it
on this one.

Yes.

Today, 10:00 a.m. meeting
with Kohler,

37th Ward.
Scientia just underbid him

on the contract to deliver student
lunches to the public schools in his ward.

He went apeshit
on the phone with me

and then begged
for a sitdown

before the contract
takes effect tomorrow.

I know this is
a sensitive one, Tom,

with Scientia
and all that.

But my guys
and my trucks

have been making good
on this contract

longer than I've ran
things in the 37th.

And--

can I speak freely?

Fuck some Berkeley-based
Johnny-come-lately

who think they can roll into town
and run guys like you and me out.

Or this time tomorrow

I'm gonna have some very
upset drivers on my hand.

What do I tell them
Mayor Kane said?

He's gonna chop his wife up
into little pieces

and feed her to the cocksuckers
at Scientia.

( Chuckling )

Admin failure
java select...

Huh?

- Give me a moment.
- Sure, Tom.

What's done is done,
Frank.

I gave this one
to Meredith.

Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

Cuantos dias
el problema-- uh...

( Haltingly
speaking Spanish )

Cinco?

Woman: Emma, there's
someone here to see you.

- Tell her I'm busy.
- I can't.

Meredith:
I know I've shut you out.

I've wondered many times

if part of you could
understand why.

Part of me?

- Why are you here, Mom?
- Your father.

Yeah?

Please, Emma.
I know he's been to see you.

Why does he want
to speak to you?

I'm sorry.
I can't help you.

He's been to a neurologist.

There are certain things
I need to know.

I feel I have
a right to know.

You're right.
You do have a right.

But not with me.

We pretty much forfeited
all of those, didn't we?

- This is serious.
- Everything is serious.

I'm sorry, if you
want to know these things,

why don't you ask him?

Think it through.

Think how things will be
if you allow our difficulties

to get in the way.

Forget who I am.
Just look at me.

I'm asking you
to look at me

as just a person.

Can you do that?

Here's what I know:
I am not involved.

I need this to be clear.
I need it to be established--

I am not involved.

Please, Emma.

I'm sorry, no.

When did Cody first
show signs of illness?

He was born a little ox,
but then at around six

he started complaining
about this and that.

I just thought he was
trying to get out of school.

You know how kids are.

But then it kicked in:

Headache, nausea,
blood in his pee.

Long story short,
he was sick all right.

A C.T. scan showed
abnormal protein deposits

and atypical stromal cells
in the damaged areas.

Blood test and biopsy found
a high red cell count, almost

seven million per microliter,

and traces of T.C.E.
in his liver and kidneys.

- T.C.E., that's trichloral--
- Trichloroethylene, yeah.

Don't know where the exposure
came from,

whether it was
ingested or inhaled.

Anyway, after battling
with my insurance,

they went in, removed
the tumors, ran the tests

and came back with
renal cell carcinoma.

Kidney cancer.

Well, you know what
you're talking about.

I'm his mother.

Of course.

You look more like a doctor
yourself than a journalist,

come to think of it.

My mother would love
to hear that.

Always room to count
blessings though.

A few operations,
round of chemo,

nw my kid's
making a comeback.

Family down the street,
their kid was born the way he is.

At least Cody's got a fighting
chance of a normal life,

even if he's only
got one kidney now.

Uh, family down the street?

The Hales?
Number 64.

Cody Newell, 11,

kidney cancer as well
as extensive damage to the liver,

possible source
in tri-- trichloroethylene.

Sorry.

Check E.P.A.
contaminant levels

for trichloroethylene

in the late '80s
and early '90s;

monitoring reports
for any identified plumes

of toxic groundwater;
cross-reference

the incidences of illness
with home filtration units--

or more likely
the lack thereof;

run the data
for cancer clusters in

Bensenville and DuPage County.

Where the fuck is Bentley and why
hasn't he gotten back to me?

He's stuck on a call.

Kane: Undoubtedly the people
of Chicago, myself included,

have had their fill of news,

good or bad, about the O'Hare
expansion site.

You might want
to come see this.

And though I'm loath
to admit it,

sometimes it falls on the shoulders
of those in office...

No. You gotta be
fucking kidding me.

...to admit the errors--

or worse--

of those long out
of office.

For recent findings
have shown

that, though buried
well below ground

and at appropriate depths,

the area in question was used
by the previous administration

for the disposal
of toxic waste.

- Turn it up! Please.

There will be time
for questions.

But now is the time
to assure the people

of the greater
and great Chicago area

that my administration has
diligently been working for weeks

to ensure the safe removal
and relocation of the waste

well outside of Illinois.

I am sure that Mayor Rutledge
would like to express his regrets

if he had the capacity
to do so.

But rather than look
to our recent past,

let us look all the way back

to the founding motto
of this great city:

Urbs in horto,

"City in a garden."

Green it began,

green it remains
with over 570 city parks

and 33 miles
of pristine beaches,

and green it will continue
to be in the future.

- Thank you.
- What was that?

Where the fuck
is Bentley?

- ( Door opens )
- Uh, let me call you back.

( Door slams )

Tell me you had nothing
to do with that.

- What?
- That!

Just calm down,
all right?

How does that
slithering piece of shit

beat me to the punch, Jack?

He just stole tomorrow's headline
out from under us just like that?

"Tomorrow,"
"tomorrow," "tomorrow."

How many times did you
extend your deadline already?

I told you how deep
the muck is on this.

I'm not writing
a fucking book review.

Sometimes
I wish you would.

My fucking bad, for thinking that
you might be the one

to break an honored
tradition around here

of jerking off the mayor's office
from its back fucking pocket,

you were found
trespassing on the site.

Don't lay this all on me.

Doing my job!

What, what do you
want me to say?

What, did you call him
or did he call you?

Yeah, what's
the difference?

"For excellence
in journalism."

It's heavy.

Give me a second, fellas.

Hi, I wasn't sure
I'd ever see you again

after last week

How long do you have?

They don't know.

A while.

I hope a long while.

- Are you in pain?
- No, not yet.

Well, I came to say
that if you really want

to make this work,
we should try.

I do.

There have to be
some ground rules.

- Yes.
- No unannounced visits.

Okay.

But what would you
call this then?

Listen, you come by unannounced
whenever you want.

And cell phone only.

I don't really want you
calling the clinic.

Okay, me too.

We could try email.

I have a BlackBerry
and a laptop.

Somebody's got to protect us
come cyberwar with China.

Mom came to see me
and she knows something's up.

- Did you--
- No, don't worry.

Listen, I'm-- I'm sorry

if I put you
in-between us like that.

Well, once upon a time
that was all I was there for.

I have to go.

Can I give you a ride?

No thanks, Dad.

Goodbye.

Bye.

- ( Microwave dings )
- Ezra Stone.

Ezra Stone?

Ezra Stone.

Man: Hey, enough with
the fucking Ezra Stone.

How about
you're a stone?

As in "good as dead in gen po
if you don't start talking."

You've been busted,
shithead. Game over.

We got you.

Ezra Stone.

Fucking douchebag has me
googling "Ezra Stone."

Hey.
Welcome.

I didn't think you'd make it
out here on such short notice.

Neither did I.

We can use the hotel
conference room if you'd like.

No, this is good.

Number six:
Genetically-modified seeds

and the impact
on family farming.

Oh, don't get me started.

You don't want to touch this
subject with a 10-foot pole.

Among other subjects?

Number seven:
The subsidies problem.

Typically the wealthiest 10%
of recipients in the program

receive upwards of 75%
of all farm subsidies,

with an average total payment
of roughly $450,000 per recipient

over the last 15 years;

The bottom 80%, roughly
nine grand per recipient.

Hence the plight of the family farm
in places like Danville.

Hence a photo op
instead of a speech.

I know the script,
push come to shove.

- Number eight.
- You know,

I've run
for state office before.

We're on a different
scale here.

What is with you?

( Snorts )

You aren't in this race
but for the grace of the mayor.

Treasurer is one thing,
governor's another.

So if he's concerned
about how you fare

in hostile territory on subjects
that aren't your strong suit,

you will oblige him,
do the work and prove

his concerns unfounded.

Sure.

Let's work at answering
without answering, shall we?

Number nine...

This is our contract,
Mr. Kohler-- Scientia's.

It wasn't a challenge to see
who could get here first.

And frankly, the fact that I've
had to come down here in person

to remind you how
the free market works

is a bit ridiculous.

- We won it, period.
- Shove it up your ass!

All that contract's
worth is shit

with the mayor's promise that
the delivery route is mine.

Has been for years.

Student: Fight fight!
A cracker and a white!

( Jeering, yelling )

Kick him in the nuts!

The mayor is not involved in
matters pertaining to Scientia.

He's involved in everything

pertaining to everything.

Let's call him.
Right now.

No, thanks.

Asshole.

There has to be
a misunderstanding.

Bosovic: I recall a pretty
strong talking-to

you gave me not so long ago
about your concern with appearances.

What do you think this scene
looks like right about now?

Listen to me. You keep things
calm over there.

I'll have this
straightened out immediately.

I certainly hope so.

Interdependence,
Mrs. Kane, yes?

The usual cronyism
cannot interfere with

our mutual goals.

- Keep your phone close.
- It always is.

I can't remember
the last time governor Cullen

came through Danville.

- Well, that just isn't right, is it?
- No.

- It's his loss though.
- Now or in November?

- ( Chuckles ) Both.
- Yeah.

More coffee?

- Just the check, Loretta, thank you.
- Okay.

Please, let me.

Man:
No, let us.

We've been buying
empty promises

from suits like you and Cullen
for years, so why stop now?

Let us buy your breakfast.

After all, most of us in here have
the food stamps to pay for it.

Thank you all for coming out,
but candidate Zajac--

Goes by Ben.
What's your name?

- Joe the plumber.
- ( Laughter )

Food stamps
in the breadbasket...

- That isn't right, is it?
- "It just isn't right, is it?"

You got that line
on reverb or something?

No.

Then stop sounding like a robot
and say something real.

I'm two weeks away
from foreclosure on land

that's been in my family
for five generations--

because like everyone else
I bought into the whole

genetically-modified-
wonder-seed scam

from the same corporations
that have been trying

to buy me out
of business for years.

What do you
got to say to that?

What do you mean
"wonder-seed scam"?

We were promised
a better way of doing things.

Instead we've all bellied up
buying their patented seeds--

the seeds they engineered
so they wouldn't reproduce--

suicide seeds.

They've got us all hog-tied
so we can't grow anything

without buying all new ones
every year from them.

It's run most of us
right into the ground.

Maybe it would help if I could see
what you were talking about.

Would you take me
out to your farm?

After you tell me
your name, of course.

Riley Ganz.

It's really nice
to meet you, Riley.

Shall we?

Folks, it was a pleasure.
I'll see you again.

That's not the script.
Do you know the fucking script?

Yeah, I do.
This ain't it.

- Kane: When?
- This morning.

The D.E.A. picked him up,
Olive Park.

- A routine sweep.
- Did he mention my name?

Not yet.
Just mine.

Mine soon enough.

How do you want
to handle this?

- Is he indispensable?
- ( Door opens )

I need to speak to you.

( Door closes )

You said this domain
is mine and mine alone.

- What domain?
- You have 1,000 other ways

to pay your back-door favors
in this office,

but screwing my client
and making me

look like a fucking amateur in
the process is not one of them.

- What are you talking about?
- Frank Kohler.

You overriding the contract
with Scientia.

- Override it?
- Don't lie to me, Tom.

I told him there was
nothing I could do.

Then why is a supposedly loyal
ward boss taking matters

into his own hands,

telling Bosovic he got direct
orders to do so from you?

What?

Please fix it.

And next time you hang my
father's legacy out to dry,

I'd like a little
warning beforehand.

Next time.

Nice tie.

( Door slams )

Kohler:
Can I speak freely?

Fuck some Berkeley-based
Johnny-come-lately

who thinks they can
roll in and run guys like

you and me out of town.

- ( Tape rewinds )
- ( Laughter )

Admin failure
java select.

Huh?

- Give me-- give me a moment.
- Sure, Tom.

( Speaks gibberish )

Tom?

- The job's yours, Frank.
- Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

Not long ago
me an' my boys

were pulling in bushels
by the hundreds--

the kind of corn meant
for humans, not gas tanks.

These days it's just as likely

the kind you eat
back at the diner came

from halfway
around the world.

Here's the thing, Riley.

You're a guy who grew up in
a world where self-sufficiency

and making a living were
two sides of the same coin.

No cameras,
we'll just put 'em down.

Hey, Mike, down.

Thanks.

Even 40 years ago,
you were a rare breed.

These days
you're a dying one.

That's not how it's supposed
to be in this country.

This is not how our experiment
was supposed to turn out:

The powers that be abusing the
ideals that have always been,

from day one. That's why
farmers like yourself

took up the cause
of liberty and justice for all.

I couldn't have said it
better myself.

Well, that's my job.

Now I can't promise that
I can get yours back for you.

I can't. Because there are
too many forces at work

that even as governor
I can't control.

And too many folks have
come through here

promising you all kinds
of things they can't deliver.

But here is what I am
going to promise you, all right?

I will always
tell you the truth,

because you're strong enough,
you're resilient enough

and you're hard-working enough
to take a good whack at it

in making it on your own.

All you want from the likes of me
is something that lets you

have an honest appraisal
of your prospect in life,

something
that doesn't change,

something that tells you
exactly where you are.

Hell, that's one thing
and that's the truth.

I can promise you that.

( Sighs )

You're gonna get transferred
to C.P.D. then released

on a technicality,

if your luck keeps up.

( Chuckles )
Well well.

Ezra stone after all.

These guys know how to keep
a secret, don't they?

( Rattling )

( Horn blares )

Emma.

Meredith: I know that to some--
not necessarily seated here--

- Eugene. - --My work with
the board of education

might seem like a pet project.
But I assure you

that I'm not just interested
in better public schools.

It's a better city
that I want,

as good as the one is that we
have going at the moment.

And the more that private funding
for free education can help

reapportion city revenues
in other areas of need--

be it redevelopment
at the ports,

or bandwidth
structuring plans,

or corporate
settlement packages--

the more we can achieve
for our students, our teachers

and ourselves.

Compelling, as usual.

Thank you.

Speaking
of common interests,

mind if we gently
turn the tables?

- By all means.
- This problem at O'Hare,

the mayor's announcement
about the waste,

- should we be concerned?
- I believe it's all as it seems.

Yes.

We'd be lying if we said
it hadn't raised certain alarms.

Its potential to damage
the status quo has had us, well,

talking.
For instance,

there's environmental
legislation

on the table
in the council.

It would be a shame
for it to gain any bite.

I hate even saying it, but I have
cell towers going up in Winnetka--

Babe has new pollution
standards at the port.

Eugene though is enjoying
it all thoroughly--

licking his lips
at the prospect

of us in court
for the foreseeable future.

That won't be necessary.

Tom's focus is where
it's always been.

- It's all under control.
- Good to hear.

How is Tom?

He's fine.
Why?

Oh, I don't know.

I've always admired
the administrators among us.

It takes a certain taste
for self-immolation to keep

at it for so long.

He tends
to weather the storms.

He does, but the climate
is different these days.

There is
no doubting that.

Different or not, it's always
advisable to be looking ahead,

thinking of the future.

- Hear hear.
- As you and the mayor no doubt

have been doing
with this young Zajac fellow.

That would be
Tom's doing.

Kudos to him.
The kid's a goddamn comet.

Just the thing
that office needs.

Change on the outside,
continuity on the inside, right?

I wouldn't know.
I haven't met him yet.

Well, we'll all have that chance
tomorrow night at the field.

Where you no doubt
will give those Egyptian Queens

a run for their money.

( Heavy panting )

What?

( Chuckles )
The cameras.

What?

Why didn't you want
the cameras on today?

Aren't you the one who couldn't
wait to get outta there?

Oh, at the diner.

But the way you turned it
around at the farm,

that's the kind of moment
that comes once in a campaign,

if it comes at all

and you fucking pray
the cameras are rolling.

Maybe you forgot
to debrief me beforehand.

I'm serious.

Kane, Cullen, anyone else
would have shone

a bright light
on that moment.

Why did you go black?

I don't know.

It felt like
the right thing to do.

The name of the game is
publicity and how you spin it.

For those few minutes with that
guy who was losing his farm...

It seemed like
a way bigger deal

than any of this.

Hmm.

We should go.

We're working.

No, we're not.
We're getting dressed.

- Back to Chicago?
- First thing in the morning.

Remind me when
you're back next.

Not soon enough.

( Phone chiming )

Are you
gonna get that?

( Chiming stops )

Nope.

Do you mind?

You have to hook
the little top thing first.

- Oh, okay.
- ( Chuckles )

- Is this how you do it?
- Yeah.

Like that?

- What?
- Like this?

Yeah, like that.
Like that.

( Laughing )

Oh, this fucking belt.

( Soft footsteps )

Thanks.

I'm impressed.

With everything--

what you're doing here,
how you're doing it.

- Thanks.
- I mean it.

I know.

( Pills rattle )

Listen,
these are expensive.

Are you sure
it isn't a problem?

It isn't for me
if it isn't for you.

- And no one--
- N o, don't worry.

Oh, there's-- there's more here
than we talked about.

Just put the rest of it
toward the clinic.

- You don't have to--
- Just think of it as an advance

on a grant from city hall,

one I'm going to arrange for shortly,
whether you like it or not.

Okay.

Hey.

I know, kid.

It is what it is.

What do you mean
you won't drive me home?

It's like six more blocks.

I told you
I'm picking someone up.

Fine by me.
Pick her up, drop me off,

then do what you gotta do.

Will you get out and get some
exercise, you lazy fuck?

All right,
all right, chill.

One for the road though.

Not in here.

Man, what the fuck
is up with you?

Who are you trying to be
for this girl?

My boy buys a 40 and a
blowjob on Valentine's day,

calls it a date
and then tells me how to roll?

Man, you a trip.

Can't be two people
at once, D.

Don't try to be
someone you ain't.

You'll end up hating her
more than you ever loved her.

- Go.
- All right, man.

- Mission accomplished?
- Yeah, thanks for getting that.

My guy said it's some
pretty powerful shit.

- Who's it for?
- Um...

A friend.

A friend I need
to know about?

No, relax.

There's nothing
to worry about.

I'm just saying,

I am who I am
and I do what I do.

- You know?
- What are you talking about?

I don't know.

( Bar chatter )

Mike.

What, Mike?

You want my car keys
for a tip?

Really? This is cause
for a workday bender?

Yellow-bellied editors,

drunken journalists--

it seems as though neither
of us can escape

the Chicago clichés
at the moment.

Seltzer and lime.

So let me get
this straight:

You convince me that
this story's far bigger than

some unknown toxic-waste dump,

that it's sick kids
in Bensenville and DuPage County

being poisoned
by groundwater.

You extend your deadline
not once, not twice, but three times.

Then Kane beats you to the punch
announcing the dump,

so you walk away from the
bigger story about the kids,

licking your wounded ego?
Is that it?

You do know how
to edit a story, Jack.

- I'll give you that much.
- Oh please.

If the give and take between
Chicago news and politics

is such a problem
for you, why not go

cover the scene up
in Skokie?

Why don't I write
a story about you

and your shit-ass ways,
you fuck?

You can't beat
the system, Sam,

if you waste
all your energy hating it.

Royko.

Think he stayed a thorn
in Daley's side

by quitting the paper?
No.

He rode it out for the day
when better tools

would come his way
for a bigger, better fight.

But keep drinking.

( Phone chimes )

Hello.

Yeah.

Okay.

Governor.

Please sit.
Have a seat.

Something tells me

you take yours neat.

- Neat's good.
- ( Chuckles )

Oh relax, son. We're not doing
anything wrong here.

What are we doing?

I have to ask you a question,
and my guess is

nobody in Kane's camp
has thought to ask it.

I'm not sure
what you mean.

What happens
if you lose?

Have you considered
the consequences--

professional,
emotional, otherwise--

if you actually
lose in the end?

Not to me,
not in the primaries.

At this rate you'll probably
hand me my ass something

bad come election day.

But after that
it'll be you against

Walsh and the generals,

and all bets are off.
What if, in the end,

you lose? To a woman
I've beaten three times.

Always a possibility.

Not one you've properly
considered, it seems.

I mean, caught up as you are
in the heat of the moment,

naturally.

But lose to Walsh--
who cut her teeth as a page

in the '68 convention
while you were still in diapers--

and then what?
You fade from public memory,

like a photogenic
flash in the pan

who bit off
more than he could chew.

Naw.
I beat her next time.

Losing to you didn't stop her from
running again and again, did it?

The difference is
she's her own candidate

with her own agenda.

Hmm, and I'm
Tom Kane's puppet.

Aw, semantics
don't interest me.

My point is I was
his guy too once.

And look where that
has gotten me today.

You think Kane is gonna
treat you any better,

not if, but when
the weather turns?

What then? When he won't even
take your calls

and the entire
Cook County machine is out

to erase whatever
future you had?

It would be a shame

to see someone
of your caliber

disappear before
he even turns 40.

Why are you
telling me all this?

Why not let me fall flat on
my face and get my comeuppance?

Because...

There's a different view
of the world from the one

you have at the moment.

( Cork squeaks,
bottle thuds )

If you want to see it,

there's a certain
group of people in Chicago

I'd like you to meet.

Bottom's up before your staff
begins to wonder where you are.

Thank you for the bourbon.

The fuck if I'm the one
who has to answer

for all that waste
on judgment day.

Makes you wonder what
the bigger waste is though:

The food or the capital
spent on keeping Kane happy.

Kohler: The thing that gets me,
he was always true to his word.

You might not have liked
his word, but at least you

could count on the fact

that he would carry it out,
opposition be damned.

- Now though--
- Is the time, Frank.

- For what?
- For change.

That's what you're saying, right?
That Kane has changed?

- Well--
- Well what?

Then let's hold him to it,
if change is in the air.

If we don't act now,
we may lose the opportunity

of both our
political lifetimes.

You talking you and me
leading the charge?

I'm talking you simply joining a
groundswell already in motion.

Kane: Nothing like extinct species
and bygone kingdoms

to put our own affairs
in proper perspective.

Though our counterparts
of ancient Egypt

were not above
certain burial rites

to ensure them
immortality,

which in some cases

money could buy--

being interred with such goods
for the journey as jewelry,

food, combs--
ladies, take note.

These corpses
were often given

funerary texts with instructions
to help them navigate the afterlife.

If only such instructions

were given to us
upon entering this one.

For it is this life
and this life alone

with which we are
concerned this evening,

thanks to the Chicago
Children's Cancer Fund

and your generous support.

As this T-Rex can attest,

nothing lives forever.

All these brave
young souls ask us

is that we help
them live longer

and better.

Thank you.

( Instrumental
music playing )

Ah well,
that's over with.

I'm surprised the governor
would show up in even

the same zip code as you.
Who knows?

Maybe he's looking
for a sarcophagus.

And what's this we hear
about you-- oh, Meredith.

- Gentlemen.
- Suzannah.

Mr. Zajac, a pleasure.

Half as much as mine.

Man: I was just saying
the word is Ben here

just knocked the socks off
some belligerent farm folk

on the trail this week.

Now what was that about?

Just trying to put the heart
back in the heartland.

Man #2: Now how terrible
of a slogan is that?

Man: Yeah, lukewarm's
better than terrible.

Excuse me.

The mayor's out front
in 10 minutes, Frank.

You should've
gassed up beforehand.

You're not out there,
you're fucking fired.

Oh, Mrs. Kane.

You know when
the pharaoh died,

his handmaidens
were buried with him.

The end of his life
was the end of theirs.

Can you imagine?

I guess that's one way
to ensure allegiances

even past the grave...

Lest a maid have
plans to serve

or even woo
the next leader.

God knows they probably
tried though.

Then again,
we've come a long way,

haven't we?

Yes, we have.

They don't throw parties
like this in Springfield, you know.

Then one of us should
do something about that.

- Are they here?
- ( Cameras clicking )

The people that
you want me to meet?

Is this your way
of saying yes?

They are

and all of their eyes
are on you.

Congrats on that.

This ended up
in the mailroom somehow.

- What the hell is Rosebud?
- "Citizen Kane."

- Haven't seen it.
- Right.

Generation Y--
as in why bother?

I'm going to pretend that
you didn't just say that.

You all right?

You know what the problem
is these days

when the Internet
and cable news have turned

every clown out there
with a leak into deep throat?

You don't know whether
something is the lead of a lifetime

or just pure chump bait.

So what is that?

- ( Door slams )
- Mrs. Kane.

- I thought you would have called.
- Why?

Is this a bad time for you?
Won't that upset his stomach?

It's for
your husband, ma'am.

He's been
coming over lately--

sometimes late,
for dinner.

So I gather.

It looks like
you're low on milk.

Why don't you run out
and get some?

I'm really not supposed to leave
your father alone, ma'am.

We'll be fine.

He made the announcement
yesterday--

in case you heard
it on the news.

Dragged your name
through shit.

I don't blame him for it.
It was the right play to make.

It's just...

The way he did it.

It was the one thing you could
never reproach him for--

his commitment,
his steadiness.

He seems to be...

I don't know.

I don't know
what's happening to him.

( Sobbing )

You didn't deserve it--

everything we've done.
I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

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