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I am the goddamn mayor
of this motherfucking city,

and I want this hole fixed now!

Mr. Langley has previously undiagnosed
open-angle glaucoma.

To take that shot...

Motherfucker.

- Where'd you get the urine?
- I don't understand.

Bulbocapnine.
Used to induce a severe stupor.

Grandpa, did they do this to you?

Hell no, we won't go!

Mr. Zajac, is this an attempt to get
back in your wife's good graces?

Don't resist.

I love you.

- Where is the Mayor?
- You'll be apprised soon enough.

Until then, I believe
you have a job to perform.

You have been paid,

so may we start
the fucking treatment, please?

With the first injection,
the pain may be sharp.

After hours of seemingly unending violence,

the toll of injury and
destruction is growing.

CPD shot an unarmed kid.

We've always had a mutual respect, Mac.

We have, you being cut from
the same cloth as your father.

Twenty years ago, he urged Tom to ask
for a deployment of the National Guard.

I'd like to hear it from him.

You will in due time.

- Sam.
- Yeah?

The papers on your table... Rosebud.

I'm pretty sure the handwriting is Stone's.

I love you.

There are tanks in the streets.

How did we get here, to
this fractured state?

In the last 48 hours
I've become clear on many things.

Most importantly, that I am at my strongest

when we are aligned.

Your concerns were founded.

I cannot do this alone. I need a tether

should I again become unbound.

I need a mirror. Someone who knows,
someone who sees things as they are.

I need you.

We have much to discuss.

I understand the press
is camped out in front of City Hall.

Yes, sir. We need an explanation.

Casualties during the turmoil?

Forty-seven injuries. Four of those
were cops, two firemen. Only one fatality,

a looter. 17 years old. Shot by CPD.

The unrest has been tamped down
thanks to the Guard,

but the stories we floated to
cover your absence, they won't hold.

Get Cullen.

Sir, if we want the explanation to hold,
we're gonna need to fill in details.

The public was told one thing,
the Council another.

Ignoring the problem won't make it go away.

I have the Mayor.

The press is not gonna let up.
We need to be prepared.

Sir.

Mac.

Nice to hear from you, Tom. Been a while.

Listen, we're grateful for your help
during this chaotic situation,

but I think it's time
for the boys to go home now.

You're feeling confident
it's all under control, then?

I am.

Far be it for the state to overstay
its welcome in your great city.

Swift and orderly, we'll be on our way.

Thank you.

Everything all right with you, Tom?

Love to Edie.

What's the price tag on
that little operation?

Around $10.3 million.

Can't imagine any mayor wanting the state
to bear the cost for his city's mistakes.

- Tom.
- Thank you, Meredith.

Sir, someone on the Council
will leak what they were told.

Someone, or your former employer?

Ross certainly poses a threat.
Personally, I wouldn't have...

I respect the need to
keep your private life private,

but you disappeared while the city burned.

And now you run the risk of destroying
whatever tenuous

trust the people have left in you.

We need a more coherent explanation
as to why no one saw you for two days.

What was his name?

- Who?
- The kid. The looter.

Why?

Jerome Mathis. Street name, Smoke.

Would you like to sit down
with Superintendent Royczyk first thing?

A phone call will suffice.
I'm sure Jim is quite busy

with all that's transpired.

Not one of the protestors
has a record.

So?

- That's not a rebuttal.
- You didn't make an argument.

They had every right to peaceably assemble.

Please. They were on private property.
I thought you went to law school.

And what was peaceable about
the brawl you got wrapped up in?

- We're not talking about me.
- We're not?

What's the State's Attorney's office get
out of pushing these prosecutions through?

The satisfaction of a job well done.

I wonder, if a politician pulls a stunt
and it doesn't hit the front page,

did he even make a sound?

You know, maybe, just maybe,
I want to do right by these folks.

You ever considered that?

It's not their fault they don't have
a friend in the Mayor's office.

Wasting your breath.
I only vote if it's a job requirement.

Your cynicism is fucking exhausting.

It will raise questions,
my continued presence.

I owe no explanation.

What did you see, Tom?

It doesn't matter.

- Take Mrs. Kane around back.
- Yes, sir.

Were there specific threats against you?

What do you say to the accusations that
this is a repeat of the '93 riots?

Mr. Mayor, was the Council notified
of your location during the riots?

The disorder's been contained
by our fine guardsmen

and women who are now on their way home
to their families.

I know I speak for all
Chicagoans when I say

that we are grateful for their service.

I know many of us gave in to
our baser instincts over the last two days,

but I have faith in us all

that we can rise above fear
and recrimination

to rebuild what's been lost.

The bonds formed in adversity
will strengthen what remains.

To that end, I would like to
assure the family of Jerome Mathis

that his death will be fully investigated.
Thank you.

Both fingerprints and handwriting. Great.

And how long would that take?

Could I get that in 24 hours?

Great. And what's that going to cost me?

Great, thank you.

Answer your telephone.
Where the hell is your assistant?

I've been trying to call
you for, like, ever.

Yes?

I know many of us
gave in to our baser instincts

over the last two days, but...

Look who's home.

Can rise above fear.

Full of platitudes.

Blah, blah, blah. Snap, crackle, pop.

- Wait for it.
- To that end, I would like to assure

the family of Jerome Mathis that his death
will be fully investigated. Thank you.

Wow.

What do you think, Jacks?
Should we let him change the conversation?

I also found another source who saw him
on Chestnut the night before the evictions.

Said he was screaming, seemed unhinged.

Want me to run with it?

Royczyk's holding on three.

This is insane.

The First Lady's returning to her duties.
No need to feel threatened.

- Don't do that.
- What?

He's taking everything I care about,
flipping it upside down,

and now he's gonna use it as a soapbox.

And I'm just standing here
like I'm okay with it.

So, you got two choices.

Stay or go.

You've done an exceptional job, Jim.

I'm just sorry it took me this long
to thank you in person.

At least it wasn't '93 all over again,

no matter what those cable news yahoos
seem to think.

Speaking of, I'm concerned about
this Jerome Mathis situation.

These things have a way of
blowing themselves out of proportion.

Frankly, my men should be commended
for their restraint the past two days.

And I don't disagree.

But I'd feel more comfortable
if I had all the facts.

Mathis was observed leaving
an electronics store carrying a stereo.

The store windows were smashed.

He saw the officers,
dropped the stereo and ran.

He ignored repeated requests to stop.

Another unit responded,
he turned into the squad car's headlights

and appeared to be holding a firearm.

Officer Albanese fired one round,

striking Mathis in the chest.

He was later revealed
to be holding an iPod.

Listen, I don't deny this
is unfortunate, but it

could have all been avoided if he'd just
followed the officer's instructions.

He was 17, Jim.

He was in and out of juvie since he was 11.

Drug possession, distribution, assault.

Let's call a spade a spade.

He was a bad kid, Tom.

I'm sure his mom is sad,

but he was no great loss for the community.

It was a good shot. I stand by my men.

Fair enough. When this is all behind us,
we're long overdue for a meal.

How about a hot dog in the Mayor's Box
at the next Cubbies game?

Looking forward to it.

I think it's a terrible idea.

Why is that?

He was a criminal. Armed or not, it will
be difficult to paint him as sympathetic.

Regardless, his mother is grieving.

She deserves my condolences.

So do it privately.
There's no reason to make it a press event.

I disagree. The city needs to know
the Mayor is aware and in control.

He'll appear both strong

and emotionally engaged
in the plight of those affected.

In other words, you're using
a grieving mother as a political prop.

No one is gonna buy it as sincere.

Because they haven't so many times before?

Moral issues aside, you're opening
yourself up to a host of criticisms

that play right into the hands of those
who want to see Lennox Gardens fail.

There are larger concerns
than your pet project, Ms. Fredricks.

If you're committed to
this, I respectfully ask

that you have Ian coordinate with Moretti.

I'm not comfortable being involved.

No decision needs to be made at this time.

Kane's purging his organization
in the 11th, 14th, 21st, and 46th.

So we're focusing our efforts there.

Interesting timing for this story
to take hold, don't you think?

We've also set our sights on
the 3rd, 6th, 17th, 24th, 27th, and 28th.

Given what went down at the Gardens,

we're pretty confident
they're up for grabs.

It might have been up for grabs,
maybe, if Walsh hadn't

rammed that anti-felon bill
through the ledge.

Cullen's gonna pocket veto.

You sure about that? I saw him last
night touting Walsh's efforts.

Spoke with him this morning.
Now that he understands the situation,

he's agreed to stick it in a drawer.

It's impressive.
She gets the win, keeps the bogeyman,

and you've protected
an important voting bloc.

What you must have done
for him to let you go.

Can you set the meet?

My husband
went into hiding at my insistence.

And were it up to me, he would not have
returned until you'd done your job.

Fortunately for you both,
your lack of faith will not affect

my commitment to the task at hand.

I understand how, with the distant history
you and my husband share,

it could be difficult
working symbiotically...

There's nothing distant
about my historical concerns.

There's reason to believe that,

had Langley's identity
been kept confidential,

his accomplice would already be in custody.

And that leak couldn't have
come from your office?

My office has been treated with disdain
and disrespect

from the moment this investigation began.

A lesser man would have
closed the book with Langley.

How great thou art.

I lie awake at night

terrified.

Reliving it all.

Hearing the shots.

And you refuse to give me
a reason to believe we're safe.

We believe he's a veteran.

A fellow member of Langley's sniper team.

With the information we have, I am
confident the heightened security protocols

in place are sufficient.

In service of a more
symbiotic relationship,

you should know you'll be receiving
wide-ranging subpoenas in the morning

in conjunction with the corruption cases
you set in motion last month.

Wide-ranging?

Back to '93.

That's an absurd overreach, even for you.

There isn't a judge in town
who wouldn't agree.

Maybe. But I'm attempting to
make these cases airtight.

And with 20 years of records
to comb through,

I certainly won't have time to
comment to the press.

If that's what you need
for a successful prosecution.

And I had a chance to
look at the Jerome Mathis case.

Seems like a good shot.

How many more surprises?

- Meaning?
- These subpoenas.

The result of the arrests of key members
of your organization.

A decision so lacking in clarity I can only
assume it was your disease at the wheel.

Did you notice any symptoms today?

No. Despite that, I think it wise you
visit Dr. Harris sooner rather than later.

One thing at a time.

As for tomorrow,
aren't there matters outside the office

that require your attention?

You're confident
you need no more monitoring?

I'll drop you at home.
I have an errand to run.

I'm sorry.
I didn't realize anyone was home.

I'll get out of your way.

No, it's fine. You don't have to.

What?

I've been thinking about you.
What you're going through.

It's a Herculean feat.

What? Living with my parents?

That, too, I suppose. But, no. I meant...

I'm sorry. Is this too personal?

I don't know what "this" is.

My mom was a drunk.

Pills on occasion.

She wanted to get clean.
Put in the work, but it didn't stick.

I never blamed her, though.

She tried. She really did.

You're stronger than she was.

Part of my job is knowing
what to keep off the Mayor's desk.

If you need anything, ever.

- That's my personal cell. Anytime.
- Thanks.

Anytime.

- Thanks. Wait for me outside.
- Yes, sir.

No thanks. Not tonight.

Glad to see you in one piece.

You and me both.

Plans are changing.

Must be drastic if you
couldn't send the kid.

Our old friend. His time has come.

You never ask questions.
I always appreciated that about you.

Thanks, Kav.

There weren't no reason for it.

Jerome was a baby.

He was my baby.

I am here today not only as a mayor,
but also as a father.

Our hearts go out to the Mathis family.

But by 3:00 it became clear...

I want you to eat a little bit more.
Three more bites.

Just three more.

We tied at the end of the game, but...

Where's your math homework, Bits?

I put it in her backpack.

What? It was that or be late.
Alissa, finish up. We've got to go, baby.

Stop it, stop it, stop it!
Jason won't stop teasing me.

Hush, both of you!

I've assured Ms. Mathis
that my entire administration is

committed to finding justice for Jerome.

There's never any excuse for
gunning down an unarmed teen.

- That's your boss.
- Who's Jerome?

Go get your backpacks. Go on, now. Please.

So...

That child was 6'2", 180 pounds,
with a record as long as my arm.

Okay, look. Let's not get...

I can't. I can't right now.

Do you remember the story you used to
tell me about the princess and the wolf?

Gave me nightmares.

Kids are impressionable.

I told my mother that there were wolves on
the roof and you know what she said?

"We all have our wolves, Emma."
Those were her words of comfort.

Yeah, she's a piece of work.

Can I? I did it all the time in the clinic.

- How much?
- Two cos.

There's nothing in there
that will get you high.

Good luck.

Despite what experience my daughter may
claim, she is not a medical professional.

Unless you'd like to find other employment,

I suggest you don't share
your responsibilities again.

Yes, ma'am.

Hello, Dad.

You can't get five feet down a hallway
around here

without a reporter asking the question.

We're gonna need something better
than no comment.

We're gonna look like assholes.

Press will get bored and move on.

To Jerome Mathis, maybe.

The riots were unfortunate, but the
story will conclude, as they all do.

- In the meantime...
- They're not asking about the riots.

They're asking about you.
Where you've been. What we knew.

In the meantime, we are fast approaching
the annual vote

to authorize the selling of bonds
to cover the city's expenditures.

Proforma. I foresee no concerns.

The request will be
considerably larger than usual.

Many unexpected costs this quarter.

How much larger?

We're still crunching the numbers.

A revised preliminary budget
will be distributed for review

by the end of the week.

I didn't bring you here to talk specifics.
Rather, to make clear

that for the financial health of the city,
there can be no push back.

D.C.'s nice this time of year.

I hope you had some time to enjoy yourself.

How does he seem to you?
His personality, his emotional life?

Before this treatment he was growing soft,
susceptible to suggestion.

- I've been concerned.
- As you should be.

Since he's returned?

More focused. Aware of the weaknesses
exhibited in the recent past.

Determined to steel himself.

But?

Vestiges of the personality shift remain.

A surprising attachment to certain

people remains steadfast.

I suspect any improvement
he's experienced from the treatment

he received is likely a placebo effect.

But the goal here is
a prolonged life worth living.

If this has given him that, even
temporarily, I consider it a success.

So you don't recommend confronting him
on the issue?

No need to speed the return of symptoms.

My greatest concern has always been
your husband's unwillingness

to honestly accept his disease.

Choosing to include you
suggests he's beginning

to come to terms with his situation.

Thank you, Dr. Harris.

And you're redacting any reference
to the Mayor specifically?

I thought we were supposed to
highlight those.

"Yes" will suffice.

- Mr. Todd.
- What?

- Um...
- What?

Mr. Todd, you might want to
take a look at this.

Sir?

Your phone call with Royczyk,
it's on the Trib's website. Everywhere now.

CNS, FNN, the Times.
Who knows how many blogs?

I'm concerned about
this Jerome Mathis situation.

It was a good shot.

He was 17, Jim.

Let's call a spade a spade.
He was a bad kid, Tom.

I'm sure his mom is sad, but he was
no great loss for the community,

no matter what those cable news yahoos
seem to think.

Is it accurate?
Is that the conversation you had?

Close enough.

How are we gonna handle this?

Damage is done.

Shouldn't we call in a telecom expert, make
sure our phone system isn't compromised?

There are safeguards in place here.

I'm confident it was the Superintendent's
phone that was compromised.

Jim didn't deserve this.

Ms. Kane, Dave Hoffman, again.

My seventh message. Really don't
want to make life difficult for you,

but if you don't call me back,
I'm not gonna have a choice.

Glad to see your phone works.

Hi.

Can I talk to you real quick?

My car's parked over there.

- You okay?
- Mostly.

You clean?

Well, I'm glad for you, but

this ain't right.

I can't take you out.

I can't treat you like I
want to treat my girl.

So I keep doing all this shit for you.

And if you're just calling me
when you want a fix,

be straight about it.

You're the only one who ever cared.

Who is it?

It's my parole officer.
He just keeps calling and calling.

The test, I thought I had it handled,
but I can't go back.

If he was gonna violate you,
he would have done it already.

Yeah, but he wants something,
and I don't know what it is.

What are you... Don't! Don't!

- You'd rather ask daddy?
- Look, you're just gonna make it worse.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.

No, yeah, you did.

Sorry to disturb.

Mrs. Kane, what can I do for you?

I'd like you to pull together all the work
you've done on Lennox Gardens for me.

Why?

I assumed with the death of Joe Young
and the recent turmoil,

the project was on hold.

I merely want to be informed for
my meeting with Babe McGantry later today.

I wasn't aware he was
back in consideration.

There were a number of valid reasons for
not going with him the first time around.

I'd be happy to discuss...

I am perfectly clear on the reasons
behind my husband's decisions.

Information is ammunition, and McGantry
is not a man you meet with unarmed.

But if you're not able to oblige...

No, of course.

I'll have my assistant
pull it all together for you.

Thank you.

Nice-looking family.

Aunt Rae.

Give me a second.

Sorry. What's up?

Emma? What's wrong?

I slipped.

It's just a few pills, but I failed
my test. And my parole officer...

- I'll handle it.
- Really?

Of course. Your father won't know a thing.

I'll never ask you for
anything like this again, I promise.

You can ask me for whatever you want.

Thank you, Ian. I mean it.

Your office wouldn't have sufficed
for this conversation?

I wanted you to be clear on the stakes.
The view below, Lennox Gardens.

All that's adjacent,

my investment.

You remember, years back,

when it was made clear that
redevelopment was on the horizon,

deliberately, we began to acquire
all that surrounds the project.

You knew this. Your husband was aware.

What has changed?

Are we operating with different definitions
of progress suddenly?

Semantics are not at issue here.

So what is?
If your husband proceeds in this fashion,

all you see is worthless.

I suggest you unload it
while you can still recoup your investment.

So Tom hasn't abandoned
his foolish notion?

I had thought your husband and I
were locked in a temporary skirmish

brought on by
your disappearance from the equation.

Was I mistaken?

Meredith, must I articulate
what this will mean?

Do not do this.

It's done, Babe.

You fucking cunt.

You're nothing.

You're a goddamn dress form with a slit.

I am the constant.
You were always a variable.

Duck sauce?

Thank you.

For once in the history of Chicago,
the PD wasn't being racist asshats.

Numbers are in.
Everything except the 21st.

Thanks.

You know, as much as I hate the bastard,
Kane never fails to impress.

He just dealt a race card from
the bottom of the deck, sits back, relaxes,

and lets the righteous indignation machine
do the work for him.

You know?

117 walk shifts. 15% of our universe.

Undecideds breaking our way two-to-one.

500,000.

He's okay. Cone of silence. McGantry?

We should double our ad buy.

- No.
- Are you crazy?

Tina, don't fucking touch that money, okay?

- Three cheers for sisterhood.
- Stop.

Hey, what are you doing? I told you
I am not stopping working to eat with you.

I just need a minute of
uninterrupted privacy.

I sent Rosebud in for testing.

Shit cost a fucking fortune for the rush job
and the shit still came back inconclusive.

Partial print, generic block handwriting.

I'm not going on record, okay?
I don't even know myself.

No, I'm not asking you to.

Just the guy at the lab said
the only way to go is DNA testing,

and I need something to compare it against.

Sam, I didn't even know the guy's birthday.

You don't have a memo pad or, like,
a fucking pen?

The Mayor's closest aide leaks
damning documents, then turns up dead.

That doesn't bother you?

- You don't know that for sure.
- Come on.

How do we always end up back here?

You tell me.

You're right.
I should have kept my mouth shut.

Look, I get it. You're exposed here.

But don't you want to know the truth?

Can I buy you another?

Claire Mann.

That's quite a dress.

Or maybe you've had enough.

Not nearly.

We're dropping all charges.

Got spanked?

You made good points.
I took them to Doyle and he agreed.

You had to get all fancy to tell me that?

Gala for Hubbard Street.

Could have called.

Figured I owed you an apology. In person.

What do you want?

No, I mean it. I like to argue.

Or, I like to win, rather.

I hit below the belt with you.
I feel bad about it.

Ain't beanbag.

You're giving LIP?

She's divorcing me.

Lesser men have come back
from greater scandal.

You've got a knack at finding
the sweet spot between

sincerity and what's politically useful.

You'll be fine.

What do you want?

You were fucking incredible.

- I get that a lot.
- You're humble, too.

That, not so much.

You got somewhere else to be?

Home. Big day tomorrow.

Yeah?

We served Kane with subpoenas.
Expecting the files in the morning.

Doyle subpoenaed Kane?
What, does he hate his job or something?

He doesn't need the Mayor's support.

I didn't realize Doyle's organization
was so formidable.

Speaking of formidable.

Night, Ben.

This is it. One time, she's clear. Right?

- Right?
- Long as she keeps pissing clean, we're cool.

Otherwise, it's another five K. Like that.

I dealt with Babe.

We'll need to move quickly before he
becomes aware your plans have changed.

Demolition's in motion.
Won't be more than a couple of weeks now.

- And Mona?
- What about her?

Without a clear future
in place for the Gardens,

I expect she'll resist,
attached as she is to its fate.

I have her under control.

Did he make things difficult? McGantry?

It was as expected.

I should never have compromised you.

One, two, three, four,

show those racists out the door!

Five, six, seven, eight,

we will not discriminate!

I hate that it's come to this.

I did what I could to protect you,
but things being what they are...

You know that call was doctored.

Everything was taken out of context.

I know. I know.

There are many things I can control.

Unfortunately for both of us,
the media is not one of them.

I wanted to have this private farewell

so you know how grateful I am
for your many years of service.

Once I step in front of those cameras...

Yeah, I know how the song ends.

I'll ensure that you're well taken care of.
Full pension.

And, of course, if there's anything you
need, please don't hesitate to ask.

Maybe we can find time to
take in that Cubs game.

They're not looking too good this year.

It is with a heavy heart that
I stand here before you today.

I've asked for and received
Superintendent Royczyk's resignation.

His response to the death of Jerome Mathis
cannot be ignored or tolerated.

I want to assure all of Chicago that I am

committed to purging such attitudes
from our civic institutions.

I hope this speeds the healing process
for us all,

especially the family of Jerome Mathis.

Thank you.

In response to mounting pressure

from citizens and civil rights groups,

Superintendent James Royczyk stepped
down today after 15 years at the post.

This ends his 43 year-long...

You wanted to see me, sir?

Disappointing that it had to come to this.

We're going ahead
with demolition of the Gardens.

Gave the contract to Ortiz. We'll worry
about replacing Y&M down the road.

- Is that all?
- Yes.

Neither of us were under any illusions
when I was hired.

I didn't expect much from you,
and you knew exactly why I was here.

But you made promises.

You made promises in my name.

And if you're gonna go back on them now,

I would appreciate the respect of being
informed before the shit hits the fan.

Sit.

I won't be scolded, sir.

I hired you for all the wrong reasons.

You knew that, yet here you are.

You knew how long the odds were,

and yet you played. I envy you.

After 20 years behind this desk,

I've lost sight of why I started.

And now here you are, a constant reminder.

- I'm no idealist.
- No,

you're a realist who holds out hope.

I don't know what lies ahead,

but I promise you won't be blindsided.

Thank you.

You can go.

I believe you're all familiar
with Senator Walsh.

You've already met everyone else.

- Almost. Kitty O'Neil.
- Trey Rogers. Pleasure.

Thank you,
Alderman Ross, for arranging this meeting

and for helping me to
understand the struggles

your communities face.

Clearly, disenfranchising your vote is
no way to confront them.

Excuse me, Senator. No disrespect,
but I believe we all know why we're here.

Why don't we skip the politicking
and get to the numbers?

Agreed?

Well, I can guarantee you
5,500 votes out of the 21st,

coming mostly from the surrounding
precincts around the Gardens.

Would have been more,
but for our recent exodus.

Walking around money?

A discounted rate of 95,000.

Antoine?

Well, we've got a lot of
sporadics in the 23rd.

Made progress last aldermanic race,
but I don't want to overpromise.

I'm confident we can guarantee 3,700,
but it could be more.

We're looking at 75 thou,

but I'd like to
reserve the right to renegotiate.

Of course.

Maurice? So what do you think?

Like I said,
between 3,700 and 4,075.

If I go over 4,000, I got to charge more.

No, but let's not fuck around here.
Let's just be realistic.

- Kitty. Kitty.
- No, the reality is...

Wait a minute.

Now you're asking him
to go all the way down to 71st,

all the way over to the shore.

Right, but the reality is
that doesn't work for us.

- No?
- So what's the...

Now you told me 3,500...

- Did I not cut you a deal on that?
- All right...

At the same time, sir, let's allow
this association to have some longevity.

There's no possible way.

Because we're not going above 60.

It's doable.

I didn't know you were so flush, Catherine.

Plenty left over for your finder's fee.

Thank you for your time, gentlemen.

Delivery will be made
through the usual channels.

Thank you.

Are you sure about this?

Even with diligent redaction,
you're exposed.

We can petition
for a narrower scope.

Not a judge around
who wouldn't agree this is excessive.

Send it all.

Motherfucking, cocksucking,
piece-of-shit asshole!

- This is some old-school bullshit.
- This is a year's worth of work. Maybe two.

Well, this one's not a complete disaster.

And look at that, not a word redacted.

Mr. Hoffman, Ian Todd
from the Mayor's office.

I understand you have some concerns
with Emma Kane.

All right.

Well, listen, in the future,

should any problems arise,
I'd like to be the first call you make.

Thank you.

Huge coup you pulled today.

You wanted Cook County,
I got you Cook County.

Tough to get in bed with
those people, though.

Well, their crimes are just less
socially acceptable than, say, McGantry's.

It's all the same shit, though.

Thank you.

Just doing my job, ma'am.

Brilliantly.

Look, I don't want to stir the pot,

but Tina, she didn't back this move.

In fact, she hasn't backed
any move I've tried to make.

Let me worry about Tina.

I'm gonna head up.

We're downstate the rest of the week,
so I won't see you for a while.

Okay, I'll be in touch.

Ma'am, you forgot this.

Sleep well.

You, too.

An

- Hey. I was hoping I'd...
- Thank you.

I didn't do anything, but you're welcome.

- What do you mean? He stopped calling.
- Must have been some confusion.

He said there was no problem. Really.

Do you need to get that?

Well, thanks anyway for making the effort.

I meant it, anything you need.

Good night.

Good night.

This isn't just off the record.
It's not even deep background.

You've got to find your own proof
'cause I'll deny this ever happened.

I'll take whatever you can give.

City Hall town car went missing
same time Kane did.

Crossed over into Canada at the I-94
border at 11:47 p.m., Tuesday.

Wait, was Kane driving?

About fucking time.

Come in.

Meredith, have you seen my...

You're in bed early.

I wasn't feeling very well. Come. Sit.

I was in need of guidance
while you were gone.

I took the liberty
of exploring the contents of your computer.

There are dozens of these,

as well as more

intimate moments.

All of them saved.

None of them containing
information pertinent to your office.

Are you in love with her?

Just obsessed?

I can't fire her.

Wouldn't look good. For
the moment, at least.

But if you could, would you?

I'll admit there was an attachment.

But it was the disease. Now that I'm
renewed, I see her role clearly.

You know, I'm concerned that
you're pushing too hard, too fast.

No.

But what about you?

With all that's gone on,
we haven't even had the opportunity to talk

about your treatment.

You seem confident it was effective.

Confidence.

It cuts both ways.

Tell me.

What did you see in your hallucinations?

Ezra.

Your father. History rewritten.

Creatures. So many voices.

The din drowned out all reason. I tried.

I tried on my own to silence it,

but it only grew louder. Deafening.

But it's quiet now.

My mind is still.

My thoughts clear.

Calm.