All language subtitles for Boss.S01E02.720p.BluRay.x264-CLUE

Harris:
It's called Lewy body--

degenerative progression
is slow.

There is no known cure.

Sam Miller, "Sentinel."

He's asking her
about you.

- Emma on phone: Dad.
- Emma, how are you?

Can I give you
a lift somewhere?

Tom: How's the kid looking?
Is he ready?

Stone:
He's ready.

My friend governor "Mac" Cullen
is going back to Springfield.

I want you to run
for governor

against Mac Cullen
in the primary.

He's toying with us.
This fucking thing.

Moco: We believe it's
an old Indian site

of some great
archeological importance.

Reporter: How does this affect
O'Hare, sir?

I need something to get
those maggots on the City

Council off my back--

something that gives me
control over that cemetery

without their oversight,
something they can't vote against.

What about trash?

Let the streets
run with shit.

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

Tom:
"Shame on us

that our leaders
have such little regard

for the potential
of our wrath

because they know
we have no wrath.

Games are played so brazenly
and yet we go about our lives

bearing them,
absorbing them,

not even bothering
to shrug a shoulder over it.

It's Tuesday.
One week of stalemate

over the trash collection
ordinance.

One week since
a procedural round of voting

led to nothing
on the council.

One week of shit
collecting on our streets.

Forgive me,
I'm angry.

We don't know when the vote
will come to the floor again.

The mayor is,
if anything, a man

accustomed to winning.
If he is holding off,

it's because he does not
have the numbers."

Send 'em in.

Tom: "The issue of
St. Johannes cemetery

being tied to the ordinance,
so touted by his council opponents

as an affront to
the Democratic process,

is nothing
but a smokescreen.

Where is our outrage?

Every member
of that hallowed hall

should be dragged
from his home in handcuffs.

Where is our wrath?"

Public outrage.

Is this "The Sentinel"?
Is this Bentley?

Yup. Same line is holding
pretty well at "The Times."

How long
before opinion changes?

Hard to say.
You're clean for now.

People have lives.
No time for the minutia.

To them you're trying
to get things done

in the face
of pure obstruction

and they're paying for it
with shit on the streets.

All right,
who've we got where?

Our block is safe and we've
peeled off most of the middle.

Ross's opposition
is also holding steady.

Who's left?

The week has shaken
it down to three.

We need two for a majority.

Carmona.

Stone: He's out.
Problems in his ward.

- He's going no.
- Riche.

He's just posturing.

He's got to look like he's
standing up me once in a while

to please his Hyde Park
independents, but he'll come

around on the main vote.

- Stoney.
- I'll confirm.

Solomou.

This late in the game?
What's he playing at?

- I don't know, sir.
- He's your guy. Reel him in.

Got two, need two.
You happy with that?

No, me either.

One more.

What about Alverson?

Stone:
Too far a swing.

He thinks of himself
as an independent

but he votes with Ross
on almost every issue.

I'll have a crack at him.
Find out where he is.

And tell the Sarge
about the vote.

We're gonna make
it happen tonight.

Yes sir.

Torossian is a handshake
for the five million.

We're heading back now.
Should be at O'Hare at...

8:00 p.m.

Yeah, all right.

Zajac oppo--
talk to me.

Blank so far.

There's nothing on him
in any of our databases.

Well, how far back
do they go?

Several decades.

So we find it from scratch.
When is he announcing?

Tomorrow, the Hilton.

I want to know
all vulnerabilities--

legal, criminal,
credit reports,

wives, ex-wives,
girlfriends, boyfriends,

what rashes he's had,
if he flunked class,

borrowed money,
from whom, what rate,

anything he's ever said
on TV, radio, print,

if he's a Mac
or a fucking PC.

I want to know because I want
to know every fucking thing

there is to know
under the sun about him

and I want you to do whatever
you need to do to get it.

Tomorrow before he even
opens his mouth,

I want him slammed shut.

Sir, are we skirting a little
too close to hatch here?

- Hot day.
- What?

Hatch act of 1939 prohibits

the use of public office
for partisan advocacy.

Yeah, I know what fucking Hatch is.
Do your fucking job.

And stop using words
like "skirting."

Fucking skirting.

You have your, um...

Without sound?

- It'll work.
- What about the kid?

We've got the tape.

It's rough, taken almost
20 years ago.

It's shot on Hi-8
so we had to digitize it.

- How's he look?
- It's dark, taken at night.

Halsted Street outside
the dormitories at U of C,

the campus police
crowding him

and a bunch of other
students going bananas.

He looks younger
but it's him.

It's Zajac.

How do you want
to get it to Cullen?

I think we just
mail it to him.

There is no mystery
behind the experience.

It's governed
by your impulse,

your personal desire.

If you haven't given
yourself up to something

you don't fully understand,

what do you gain?

Because you know
what you lose.

In your heart you know.

There is a mystery to
the message of the book.

A mystery
and a completeness.

It must be embraced
as a whole,

all of it or none
of it at all,

in every action,
in every thought.

You cannot pick
and choose.

Where is the honesty
in that?

Where is belief?

- Yeah?

Emma, can we
go for a walk?

It's old, taken almost
20 years ago,

but it's him.

We checked student records.
He was there at U of C.

There's no report of
the beating, no arrests.

Nothing else,
just this.

Where is he?

- No record.
- Who filmed this?

No record.

How did you find it?

It was mailed to us.

This... this is a turd
wrapped in a bow.

What do you want
to do about it?

Fuck.

This stinks.

I got no qualms hitting
with unsubstantiated shit.

In fact, unsubstantiated shit
is exactly what I'd like

to bury him with.

But this thing...

This thing
doesn't feel right.

If we make sure
it can't be traced to us,

the worst it can do is not
damage him the way we want.

And if it is what it looks like,
Zajac is D.O.A.

Put it out.

Tom: My friend Chief English
of the Potawatomi,

representatives from
the Illinois Heritage Fund,

St. John's Church
and other interested parties,

we are before you together
today in a sense

because history
has compelled us here.

We have reached an agreement
for the safe transfer

and permanent exhibition
of the St. Johannes finds

at the Chicago
History Museum.

I await approval from the Council
and the deal is done.

That's it for that.
A few quick ones.

Reporter: What is the Council's
stand on this, sir?

Swinging straight
to frustration, unfortunately.

And predictably,
they're dragging.

We need
a minimal ordinance

to make this a reality
and I'm still waiting.

All the vested parties
have agreed.

So as you can see,
there really is no excuse.

Unless some Aldermen are more
interested in political posturing

than letting the city
run its business.

How is the city's trash
tied to the find?

It's a good question.
And it begs another.

If this here
is a good thing,

and certainly collecting
trash is a good thing,

then would somebody
from that hallowed hall

please tell me how
tying the two together

makes either of them
a bad thing?

I'm just trying
to move here.

I think those currently
playing the "no" game will

soon come to see...

Chief English...

Chief, my friend.

My wife.
My wife.

My wife.

Your wife, Tom.
Your wife.

- My wife.

I know what
you're all thinking,

why the pictures of kids?

Well, aside from it being

a deft piece of photo
opportunism by some...

Did you just see
what she just did?

- It was great.
- ...There is an actual purpose.

The city's Board of Education
has graciously allocated

a grant to subsidize trips
to the proposed exhibition

for all fourth, fifth and sixth
graders in public schools.

When do you anticipate
the visits to start?

As soon as the exhibit
is approved and open.

- Next. Bobby, you.
- She's good.

- She's good.
- Back to the trash ordinance, sir.

I'd like you to take
a look at something.

- What is it?
- The clinic.

I have trouble reading this stuff
myself, but all I can tell you

is that a lot of those minuses
should not be minuses.

So what does it mean?

The Archdiocese doesn't
think that it's workable.

"Cost effective"
is what they say.

Drugs are expensive.

You mean closing it?

Maybe.

More than maybe.

Cost effective?

What about their health?

You know what
I would tell you.

But here's what
they would tell you:

That our first obligation

is the community's
spiritual health.

If attendance went up,
donations with it,

they might be inclined
to see things differently.

How?

Maybe help us understand
what you're saying up there--

your sermons.

People need to get it.

Try easing up a bit.
You're not doing yourself any favors.

Rigidity scares people.

Hey, I'm telling you this,

but I'm not giving you
any of my gags.

I'll be right in.

Yeah, um, the presentation,

the museum thing,

the St. Johannes find,
what I just did--

I need the coverage,
the raw footage.

- Yes sir. Which station?
- Any.

The chamber clerks have
set the vote for 9:00 p.m.

Good, I'll swing three.

Stone spoke to Alderman Riche.
He's a lock.

- What about Solomou?
- I'm seeing him this afternoon.

- What is he doing?
- I don't know.

Look, if he's jockeying,
I want to know why

- I don't know what for.
- Yes sir.

He ever pull this kind of thing
when you worked in his office?

- No.
- You should know his moves cold

- before he does himself.
- Yes.

Okay.
Alverson?

He'll be at West Town
Funeral Home at 3:00 p.m.

- Who died?
- Cal Lewis.

I knew him.

He used to run the 34th
for 20 years

back in the old man's time.
Gosh, he must have been what?

92.

92.

Stone wanted me to let you know
that Ross will be there as well.

He thought it might
be too hard a push

for Alverson
given the situation.

Yeah yeah, the situation.

You know, I think
it'll actually help him.

Just get everything
out in the open.

Take tiptoeing
out the equation,

he's got nothing to hide.

Yeah, tell...

Desk boy to stick it
on my schedule.

Yes sir.

How's our guy doing with
his big announcement?

Nervous, but he'll
be all right.

- I'm headed there now.
- Watch him.

Yes sir.

Fucking 92.

Fuck you.

Reporter: Shocking footage
surfacing today

that places State Treasurer Zajac
at the center of a race attack.

The incident is believed to
have taken place 20 years ago

while Mr. Zajac was a student
at the University of Chicago.

No word yet from
the Treasurer's office

on the content
of the video.

He's expected to announce
his run against governor McCall Cullen

in the upcoming gubernatorial
primary sometime later today.

Tape's not vetted so we need
to make sure we're not linked

morally or physically.

We put it out through
an anonymous blog,

impossible to trace back to us.

Okay, and morally?

What not to say:
Limits, boundaries.

- Christ's sake, yes.
- Don't pass judgment.

Let the tape do its own thing.
It's his problem.

Let the press pass judgment.
Don't make it personal.

Throw some at me.

Governor, Zajac has
been hammering you

for weeks now on your
integrity, on cronyism.

- Care to comment about the tape?
- Yeah, I got it.

Governor, he's called your
honesty into question.

Yes yes, open it.

Boys boys, slow down.

Slow down.
All right.

Obviously I have
seen the images

and I do find them
troubling.

I would like
to say however

that we must not
rush to judgment.

- I am sure--
- but governor...

I am sure
that Treasurer Zajac

has a good explanation
for what we've all clearly seen

and this issue will be
resolved pretty quickly.

What do you believe
that explanation could be?

That's not for me to say.

Do you know Treasurer Zajac
personally, Governor?

Well, we work together
for the state.

I've always
found him to be

an affable and forthright
young man.

Are you relieved?
Is this a gift?

See now, that's the game
and you know that I've--

has he just lost this, sir,
as opposed to you winning?

Let me put it this way:

Those images to me
tell only one story.

It's disgusting

and it's not a good one
for young Mr. Zajac.

Oh man.

Did he really
just go that far?

Disgusting young Mr. Zajac?
What is this, 1953?

This-- this is "chump bait."
You know what that is?

I've only been sitting here
five feet away from you

for the past three years.

Yes, I know.

Okay, what's on your mind?

Honestly, you look at
something like this

and you instantly
just know it's bullshit.

It's made so the chumps
will pick it up

and put it out for other
chumps to feed on.

Like a chump bait.

And where'd they say
it came from?

A blog--
an anonymous blog.

- Fuck you.
- Mm-hmm.

Move move move.
Never stop, never question.

Feed the beast.
Got to keep their attention.

Give them something new--
bullshit, truth be damned.

Truth be damned?
Dude.

I mean we sit here making sure
everything is vetted,

checked, rechecked,
checked on the recheck.

And along comes
Mr. Happy Shiny blog

and puts out what the fuck
ever and it's everywhere.

Where the fuck
is journalism?

Chump bait!

I brought more salbutamol
to refill his breathing device

but his pack is still full.

Thank you
for thinking of him.

Yeah.

So why are you here?

The salbutamol.

I got it covered.

So are you looking
for something else?

Like last time?

Or is it something else?

What is it?

Miller: How'd you come
across the find?

We were helping the exhumers.
The earth just gave away.

Guess if you dig,
you're gonna find something.

You want a bite, buddy?

No, I'm okay.

You sure?
I got plenty more.

- Thanks.
- Buen provecho.

- Habaneros.

- He likes a lot of them.
- Yeah, me too.

- Me too.
- Just a few more questions.

I know why the cemetery has
been left with the work half done,

but why aren't you guys
working here?

- Most days we don't work.
- Shh.

Most of the work is done
by the trabajar de noche.

- Night crew?
- Yeah, the night crew.

We come in the morning
and we find these piles of dirt

from them,
from the night.

Sometimes we bet,
you know,

to figure out where
they're gonna be next.

You all right, buddy?

Do you have water?

Ortiz:
It's funky, right?

Just breathe through your nose

and it kind of smells
like orange juice.

Let them come at you.

Let them hit you
with all they want.

Don't rush it.
Wait.

Even when you think
you've waited long enough,

wait some more.

Let them run out of steam.

Only then you come in.

Okay?

- There he is.
- Mr. Zajac!

I have a prepared
statement.

Many of us,
I would say all of us,

who've had enough time
living life

encounter situations
that we regret.

Not all of us
are given opportunities

to address that regret,

maybe in some way
set something straight.

I have an apology
to make to you.

I regret that events
have led us to this point,

this unwarranted scrutiny.

I'm seeking
high public office.

I expect and deserve the microscope
to be placed on me.

I chose this.
You did not.

And I am sorry that you
now feel the same

simply because you had
the courage to come here today

and let the truth be known

about a traumatic moment
in your life.

Thank you, my friend.

Thank you, John.

Tom: Wow.

How about that?

20 years ago I was a student
at the University of Chicago.

I lived in the dorms
off Halsted Street.

One night I was walking home.
It was late

and I came across something
that I wish I could forget.

A man. This man,
my friend John,

was in a fight.

He was taking
a vicious beating

from a mob of drunk
and angry young men.

I was scared.
I didn't know what to do.

I tried to shout them off
but they turned on me too.

So on impulse I ran
and called for campus police.

By the time we got back

John was on the ground
barely conscious

I wish-- I regret

that I did not do more.

Thank you.

Moments like that
have made me who I am.

A Chicagoan.

I'm an Illinoisan.

I know my city
and I know my state

and I know how to fight
to make them better.

I am proud to be
running for governor

for reasons like this.

I know the dark side of us
as well as the good.

And I know that there is
still much hatred

that unfortunately courses
through the veins of this city,

this state and this country.

But I can fight it.

What does not help,
what we must all overcome

is that kind of prejudice,
that rush to judgment,

that political circus play that
has always thrived on our fears.

The kind that allows
our highest state official

to jump to devastating,
unfounded conclusions

without a thorough
investigation.

That will not be
the case with me.

Thank you.

"Highest state official."

We give him that?

- Could be Kitty.
- Could be his own.

Time to put out
the news on Cullen.

- Sorry to interrupt, sir.

The coverage you asked for
from your exhibit presentation.

- O'Hare.
- Yeah.

I've spoken to them. They're
gonna pick up the pace.

- How long before it's done?
- Two, maybe three weeks.

The quicker the better.

Boy, this Indian thing
couldn't have come at a

worse time, could it?

Like a giant fucking arrow
saying "look at me."

They're gonna put on some
extra security at night.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's like the '80s around
here with all these tapes.

I'll let you be.

I do believe that those
currently playing

the "no" game will soon
come to see that...

Your wife, Tom.
Your wife.

My wife.

The city's
Department of Education

has graciously
allocated a grant

to subsidize trips
to the proposed exhibition

for all fourth, fifth and sixth
graders in public schools.

When do you anticipate
the visits to start?

As soon as the exhibit
is approved and open.

Next.
Bobby, you.

- Sir?
- Can you find my wife?

Yes sir.

Hang on.
It's Kane.

I'll just be a second.
Meet you in the car.

- Sure.
- Okay.

What do you want?

Is this what you want?

Huh?

- Sorry.
- Quicker than I thought.

Hey, guys. What'd you think
of daddy's speech?

It was okay.

Meredith:
"Ruddy face, red cheek,

high up a peak,
in hand held firmly his kite.

The wind is there,

the open air,
today he'll give it flight.

He unfurls the twine,
lets loose the line.

It soars into the sky.

And to and fro
the ribbons go.

His kite,
it flies so high."

- See?
- Is that press?

No, internal promotional video
for the opening of the new wing,

part of Mrs.--

What do
you think's gonna happen?

Woman:
--Your wife's patronage.

Would you like
to join her, sir?

- Oh no no.
- Just a few minutes?

We'd be so grateful.

- How much more do we need?
- Just a few minutes.

"But before he knows
a sharp gust blows.

The kite plummets
to a tree."

Thanks for stepping in
the way you did this morning.

"It's tangled there,
quite mangled there.

An awful sight to see."

Creep of age.
Not getting any younger.

"So up he climbs,
but in no time

his balance
makes him wobble.

The branch, it shakes,
cracks, shudders, breaks,

and down he comes
a-topple."

I spoke to Emma
last week.

Why?

"Cry as he might,

his beloved kite
will never fly again."

Why, Tom?

"For both the boy
and his banged-up toy

forever broken
shall remain."

Why?

Just checking in

to see if she's
still breathing.

All right, enough.

"Even as he grows,
childhood comes to a close,

one thing in his eyes
still burns.

Up in the trees,
it's all he sees,

the kite for which
he yearns."

Tom:
It's been a long time.

Emma:
Five years.

You look well.

I'm not sure
why you're here, Dad.

- I wanted to talk to you.
- About what?

I've been doing a lot
of thinking lately.

Been kind of forced to.

I wanted to tell you
about things I regret.

Okay.

You know,
let me start over.

You don't look well.
That was bullshit.

- You look beautiful.
- Woman: Emma!

I have to go.

Wait.
Wait, Emma.

Maybe I can just call you
from time to time.

I don't know, Dad.

Emma, please.
Just to talk.

Please.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Mrs. Kane, just a--
you have a quick moment?

Are you from
the hospital?

No, I'm a reporter with
"The Sentinel." Sam Miller.

I'm doing a profile
on your husband

and I was wondering if you would
consider giving me an interview.

- You can contact my office.
- I have several times.

I can't seem
to get a response.

Persevere, Mr. Miller.
It'll get you places.

Just a few quick questions
right here?

Well, I seem to recall a man
from "The Sentinel" orchestrating

quite the embarrassing
situation for me

at the recent
school event.

Now you guys all look
the same to me,

but I'm pretty sure
it wasn't you.

He was...

Cleaner-looking.

All right, uh...

Because of
my lack of cleanliness,

then just one question.

Are you aware
that your husband

has been to see Dr. Harris?

Dr. Ella Harris.
She's a neurologist.

Maybe there's something there
the public should know?

My husband suffers
from migraines, always has.

Dr. Harris
is treating him.

The only news here
is that he's switched doctors.

And yes, I absolutely agree
that "The Sentinel"

should be reporting
this kind of breaking news.

It's perfect for your brand
of cutting-edge journalism.

Migraines.

Thank you for your... time.

Tom: We can meander
around the issue

for as long as each of us feels
the situation requires us to

for the sake of, oh...
Let's say, false propriety.

But I figured I'd just save us
both a lot of trouble.

The trash ordinance--

I'm here because
I want your vote.

I want to end
this charade tonight.

I don't have to go
your way, Mr. Mayor.

You don't have
anything on me.

You're right, I don't.
Does Ross?

No.
No, he doesn't.

Then why do you act
like he owns you?

Like you're not
your own man?

You have voted with him
on 98% of ordinances

since you joined
the council.

That's more than
party affiliation

or a whip line
or even an ideology.

What exactly is it?

Sometimes it's good
to proclaim your independence.

Otherwise you're always
just a forgone conclusion.

I didn't think
you knew him.

Does it matter?

You know,
I grew up on a farm.

One thing I learnt--
I'll tell you this.

I never seen no chickens
follow a turkey.

Kitty:
Alderman Solomou.

Ah, Kitty.

What are you doing, Nick?

Remember when you first
came to work for me?

Before the big man
sucked you into his orbit?

You didn't know a thing,

but I could see it
in you instantly--

your instinct
for survival.

It took you all of, what,
a day to figure out

how that happens
in this place?

Go with Kane?

What do you want?

Because I have to say
not knowing what it is

is making me look
really bad in front of him.

- Nothing.
- So are you voting with us or not?

You see? Your even asking
me that is wrong.

- It's fucking games.
- Okay, so what is this?

Is this a sudden
conflict of conscience?

Maybe I've seen it
one too many times,

when trash gets
attached to trash.

This is what
you taught me.

This is how
things work.

Wins accumulate on top of wins
and form streaks, remember?

It doesn't matter what the vote
is about. Streaks give you capital.

When you're winning, that's when
you can do everything else,

spend your capital on the
other things that matter.

If he loses this,
think of all the other things

that are gonna fall
by the wayside.

Kane is the city.

And everything we do
that is good for the city

comes from the fact that
he has the power to do it.

Do the right thing, Nick.

Who is knocking?

Well, this is a surprise.

Do you want to go get
something to eat?

Wow, a complete surprise.

Why?

All right, fine.

I'm sorry for what happened
at the clinic.

What you told me--

I-- I've been thinking.

We have a bond,

right, Tom?

Yes, I suppose we do.

For God's sakes, I'm not trying
to play you here.

All right.

Maybe you'll let me come
to that conclusion on my own?

Why have you been
talking to Emma?

I told you.

Do I need to remind you
the danger she poses?

Do you believe
in change?

Even if people can't,
circumstances do.

Maybe she has
new circumstances.

I'll tell you
what I believe.

I believe that
to preserve what we have,

we made a choice,

one that is completely
outside the realm

of such fluff

as changing circumstances.

We chose
to fortify ourselves

against all
my natural instincts

and distance ourselves
from our daughter.

I recall you being
very clear to me

about why
this was necessary.

So don't sit there
and waver

with whatever it is you have
going on in your head.

We chose.

We committed.

Emma is a liability--

was then, is now--
to the life we have.

Her behavior
could not be tolerated.

She had to be cut loose.

That does not change.

I cannot
have that change.

Do you understand why?

Yes.

Is there something else
I should know?

No.

There is one other thing.

Yes?

Who's Dr. Ella Harris?

When was the last time
you cared where I put it?

Hello?

Hello?

Mom, it's Emma.

Emma.

Is dad there?

No.

Will you tell him
I called?

He doesn't really
live here.

You know that.

Yeah, sorry.

Why don't you call him
during the day at work?

Are you awake
in the daytime?

He came to see me.

If you speak to him, will you
just tell him I called?

Why did he want
to see you?

I don't know, Mom.
I have to go.

Do you need money?

Hmm?

Are you clean, Emma?

Man:
Can we help you, sir?

Yeah. Hey,
how are you doing?

- Can you lower that?
- Who are you with?

The American
Birding Association.

You're gonna have
to move along.

Hey, guy--
is it just a guy or guys?

- Your light's in my face.
- What's your name, sir?

This is public property.

I'm pretty sure I'm allowed
to be standing here.

- Is that your car?
- Maybe.

All right, let's go.

Oh!

- Oh look, I fell.
- You fell, sir.

- I know.
- You fell.

Jesus Christ,
all right.

Fucking thank you.

For fuck's sake,
I'm leaving.

Get the light
out of my face.

So rude.

Instant polling shows
Zajac passing us

in a vote-today
match-up by 10 points.

Opinions are ranging.

"Tour de force
in political births."

"Bad news for the incumbent
Governor McCall Cullen."

"With his beautiful family
our hearts have been won

by this vital young man."

Aw, fuck.

Sir, we went personal.

- If we try to approach this--
- Don't.

Sir.

What?

More footage
surfacing today,

heating up Illinois' tightening
gubernatorial primary.

The images show incumbent
Governor "Mac" Cullen

on a recent trip
to Miami with...

A close friend?

No word yet from
the governor's campaign

as to the nature
of his trip.

Take a look, text us,

email us,
tell us what you see.

Kitty:
The vote has started, sir.

Blocks are progressing
as forecast, sir.

Where are we
with our swing three?

None have cast yet.

Alverson's given no
early indication.

Solomou I'd say is okay.
Riche we think...

He's up now.

Riche's in the bag.

We need two out of three.

Worst-case scenario, sir,
if we only get one

should I hold the floor open

for you to come down
and break the tie?

- I want to win this without.
- Yes sir, I understand.

Just a moment.

Solomou nay.

Should I hold the floor
for you, sir?

- What about Alverson?
- Just a moment.

Alverson, sir.

- He just voted for you.
- Good.

I'll talk to him tomorrow,
set him straight.

We should have won this.

No, what we're
looking at here

is that the mayor never
should have lost this

and he came close.

He came real close.

I do believe that those
currently playing

the "no" game will soon
come to see that...

I do believe that those
currently playing

the "no" game will soon
come to see that...

I do believe that those
currently playing

the "no" game will soon
come to see that...

Woman: Tom?

Tom?

Tom!

What do you want me to do?

Have another olive,
then see yourself out.

Tom:
Cal Lewis died.

You should have seen him.

They had him done up

like a Victorian
choirboy.

Fucking guy was 92.

I remember back when
you used to run things,

how he'd conk you out
from his perch at the 34.

Scruples as bendable

as soft plastic
in everything he did.

There he is lying there
flat-faced and dead

and everybody's crying

like they lost
some fucking Saint.

Then there's that
daughter of yours.

I don't think
I can go there--

tell her, you know?

She is one tough girl,
tougher than you.

She came to me
that way already--

fully formed,
you could say.

And I have wondered

many times

just what you did

to make her
the way she is.

Hmm?

Sir, is it okay
if I interrupt?

Oh yeah.

Mayor Rutledge, I have
a little snack for you.

Okay.

Here we go.

Even under catatonic
disturbance,

people retain
their sucking reflex.

All you need to do is rub
it across their lips

and the reflex takes over.

Oh, I can't
give him that.

Will you be
staying long, sir?

A little while.