All language subtitles for Boss (2011) - S02E08 - Consequence (1080p BluRay x265 RCVR).eng

Mr. Langley has previously undiagnosed
open-angle glaucoma.

Motherfucker.

I've been concerned.

Any improvement is likely a placebo effect.

I'm not gonna have my sons grow up
with some humiliating picture of me.

Lesser men have come back
from greater scandal.

- What do you want?

Is that your wife in that picture?

No, a couple of good time girls is all.

My parole officer, he wants something and
I don't know what it is.

She's clear. Right?

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

Otherwise, it's another five K.

Mac, I think it's time
for the boys to go home.

What's the price tag on
that little operation?

$10.3 million.

The riots were unfortunate.
In the meantime, we are fast approaching

the annual vote to
cover the city's expenditures.

There can be no push back.

Years back, we began to acquire
all that surrounds the project.

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

You should know you'll be receiving
wide-ranging subpoenas

in conjunction with the corruption cases
you set in motion.

Look at that, not a word redacted.

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

City Hall town car went missing
same time Kane did.

Crossed over into Canada Tuesday.

We can no longer suffer
the consequence of mindless compliance.

The borrowing has to stop.

The vote to issue bonds
comes up every year, and every year

the measure is approved
and public services continue.

Now is not the time for exceptions.

Look, this deficit has been
kicked down the road for far too long.

Property damage from the riots,
overtime for police and fire,

the cost of evicting and
housing Lennox Gardens residents.

All of this has tipped
the city over the edge.

Chicago is, in fact,
on the verge of bankruptcy.

Limited closures of parks, libraries,
community centers. Thank you, Robin.

Band-Aids. Small ones at that.

It'd be irresponsible for us
to let you persist without oversight.

Exactly when did you become
the speaker for the entire City Council?

The decisions you've made
have repercussions, Mr. Mayor.

As have yours.

Which is why you'll never
sit behind this desk.

Your so-called corruption sweep

left an acute personnel gap.

Four ward bosses and an alderman
were relieved of their duties.

And you would like to fill those positions

with your associates.

The budget deadline is in two days.

No changing that.

Work with me here, and the bond
acquisition passes without issue.

Behind you.

The door.

Maggie Zajac filed for divorce.

Let me guess, on the grounds of adultery.

Trying to get a hold of the terms now,

see if we have a child custody battle
on the horizon.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

My God. You stole his phone records?

Shh. Obtained. Obtained.
And don't rat me out.

Where is area code 905?
And what is Alternalive?

It's a brain clinic in Toronto.

Meredith Kane called there
during his little disappearing act.

How about that?

I'm gonna owe you, aren't I?

This one's for free.

Well, maybe I want to be indebted.

Just don't be more trouble
than you're worth.

It's become clear that Kane and I
don't share the same values.

And I'm assuming you feel the same,

given the subpoenas served to his office.

Twenty years' worth, no less.

There was a blurb about it in The Ledger.

Due diligence.

We're prosecuting corruption charges
against five individuals

who may or may not have
interfaced with the Mayor.

You've managed to get elected
year after year without Kane's support.

And it's tempting to chalk that up to
divine intervention, but...

You a churchgoer, Mr. Zajac?

Lapsed.

Been thinking I should return.

I have a lot to answer for.

Well, His forgiveness comes easily.
All you have to do is ask.

The public's is another matter.

It's no small task, but I want to try.

And I think, in spite of my sins,

I can still serve the state well.

My strength as a prosecutor has
always been recognizing talent.

I make it a point to surround myself
with impressive people.

Claire sees something in you,

and I trust her judgment.

Well, I would be grateful for your support.

You're aware my position makes it unethical
to publicly back any one candidate.

I would never ask you to stump for me.

The State's Attorney is a firm believer
in public transparency.

Once that's achieved,

perhaps connections can be made.

I'm in.

I assumed we'd be meeting privately, Tom,

but it certainly has been nice
spending time with your staff.

No sense in restricting a rare visit
from our governor.

It's an honor for these young people to
be in your presence.

They may even learn a thing or two
in the process.

It pains me to be the bearer of bad news,

particularly in this
less-than-private setting,

but with the state's belt so tight,

I'm sure you understand
why we'll have to pass

this $10 million expense on to the city.

Frankly,

I wasn't sure that calling in
the Guard was really necessary,

but I agreed at your office's urging.

I'd like to thank you for taking the time
to advise me of this personally.

I happened to be in town.
Scheduled to address

the bright future of
Loyola's graduating class.

I should tell them to
look for work in China.

Four mutually beneficial terms together,
you and I.

Now here we are
at the twilight of your governorship.

Twilight indeed.

Yours, too, perhaps, at this rate.

Shocking, really, that things
should be so economically dire here.

You've always been such a good manager.

State bonds.

Enough to ride out the storm, allowing
a proper plan to be put into place.

Issued immediately.

Is this really the legacy
you wanna leave behind, Mac?

The reputation of allowing
the state's largest city to go under?

Whatever I decide,
you'll need more than just my approval.

Take a picture of Mr. Zajac
swallowing this pill, will you?

Our state treasurer knows that what's
good for Chicago is good for Illinois.

Once upon a time I believed the same.

Nice man.

Nice man.

All right.

Let's get Zajac on the books,
and then we'll circle back to Cullen.

If the lame-duck governor needs
a crumb or two thrown at him, so be it.

Something's happening with him.

Probably just a little dehydrated.

Here, this'll fix him up.

No, it's more than that. He's different.

He's trying to communicate.

What's he trying to say?

Grandpa,

do you understand what I'm saying?

Do you know who I am?

Here,

this will calm him.

- Which one is it?
- Bulbocapnine.

Would you get that for me?

Sorry, I missed it.

That's fine.

You know, he really should rest.

This is Emma. Leave me a message
and I'll get back to you.

It's me again.

Just wanted to make sure
things worked out with you and that guy

you were telling me about.
I haven't heard from you in a while,

so can you call me?

There he is.

What the fuck is this, yo?

Where you been, cuz?

Yeah, man, I was...

- I was just trying to...
- Doesn't matter.

That bag you dropped,
light at least five grand.

Right, right. I was trying to help out,
you know?

Like, since the Gardens is gone,

I figured I'd work it for you out here.

You know, and just needed some
start-up money to invest in the product.

- You know what I'm saying?
- Look at my guy,

making investments.
Mr. Motherfucking Wall Street.

Do I look like your bank, nigga?

Man, I'll get you the money.

You're motherfucking right you will.

Get the fuck off me!

I'm assuming you'll call
the State Treasurer's office

and get Zajac to sign off on the bonds?

Mr. Zajac's hardly in the position
to hold us up.

And, at this moment,
I'm more concerned about

filling the alderman's seat
in light of the upcoming vote.

And I'm more concerned about
circumventing the vote with the bonds.

Plus, if Ross does have
the majority on this,

one open seat won't matter.

Understood, but filling the vacancy
with the right person is no less important.

Miss Fredricks?

My name's Karen. This is my son, Cole.

- We met at the Gardens.
- Yes, of course.

Have a seat.

Go ahead without me.

I think you grew up
around the corner from me.

I remember you.

Did real good for yourself.

I hope everything is going all right
with your temporary home situation.

Yeah. They got us out in East Garfield.

Not too bad. Pretty far from my work,
though, and church.

But it's only for two years, right?

- Right.
- I know it's not a long time,

but he misses his cousins.

With everybody scattered every which way...

- I'm sure.
- I was hoping

we could be closer
to where the rest of my family is.

Until we can all go back home, I mean.

I'll see what I can do.

Hartlep, Errickson,

both fine prospects to finish out the term
as alderman of the 11th.

Hand me that thing.

You're telling me
this is the entirety of my options?

With your anticorruption efforts, a
less-than-pristine replacement for that seat

could prove a PR vulnerability.

Those individuals are
of the highest caliber.

What about Campbell?
Why isn't he on this list?

He and Alderman Ortiz remain at odds
over a contract dispute.

Ortiz, being one of
your staunchest supporters,

might not appreciate the gesture.

Then whom do you suggest?

Ideally, someone young, loyal,

an outsider without the taint of
a long-held political position.

My wife suggested Kenneth Prentiss.

She's worked with him before
on several occasions.

His organization coordinates
private funds with city grants

to help provide services for
several women's shelters.

- Prentiss Safe Houses? The NGO?
- Yeah.

- Sir, I believe they...
- He's well-liked, well-respected,

knows all the players.

Prentiss. Done.

I'll set it up, have you swear him in
as soon as possible.

Fist bump, buddy.

Show me your muscles. Show me, show me.

That's what I'm talking about.
It's good to see you guys.

I'll see you next time, okay?

- Bye-bye.
- Bye, Dad.

Thank you for bringing them by.

Of course.

They really miss you.

Where are you staying these days?

Hotel.

Two bedrooms. You know,
so if they could ever sleep over sometime.

Maybe.

I'm surprised
you haven't shut this place down.

A lot can happen between
now and November.

Okay.

And so you know, I agreed to an interview.

You also agreed to not comment publicly
about the family.

I know.

This is about me and my candidacy.
I made that very clear with Jim.

Carpenter? Are you out of your mind?

I can hold my own with Carpenter.

And, quite frankly, I don't have
much of a choice at this point but to try.

I mean, the only play I have is to face
these allegations as honestly as I can.

It stops being an allegation when there
are pictures of it on the front page, Ben.

How much more public humiliation
am I supposed to endure?

I'm not quitting the race.

Of course not.

God forbid you muzzle your insatiable
ambition for the sake of the family.

Hey, you wanna play devastated housewife
for appearances, that's fine,

but you knew what the ride was
and went along for it.

Don't you dare put this on me.

You kept your eyes and mouth shut because
the only thing you gave a shit about

was me winning.
It was the only reason you stayed.

So why did you?

Mom!

If you even gave a shit about them,
you wouldn't do this.

Fuck it.

- Enjoying your new life?
- Excuse me?

They treating you well at Lindner?

Yes.

140 over 90. Still a little
high, but it's an improvement.

I assume you're still taking
the L-dopa, Rivastigmine?

I am, though I'm not convinced
there's a need.

My grip's fine, no weakness,
no shaking, no tremors.

And what about visions, delusions?

Any side effects from
the treatment you received?

None whatsoever.

No persistent headaches or nausea
from the ECT?

I am well. Excellent, in fact.

And your comprehension?

Full, complete,

with a true sense of clarity now.

Well, that's good to hear.

Doctor, I understand your skepticism.

But for the first time since my diagnosis,
I'm without symptom and complication.

Whatever was done,

it's working.

Thank you, Doctor.

720 and one, two, three.

Congratulations, you've completely
wiped out our petty cash.

What's so urgent you had to have it today?

Just save your questions
for your sources, okay?

Speaking of which, Twitter doesn't count.

Find someone real to talk to
about that library closures piece.

Don't forget to save your receipts.

You're kidding, right? Toronto, Sam?

You've got meetings,
proofs to go over, rewrites to do.

We're in the age of Wi-Fi, Jackie.

I don't need to be
nailed down to my desk, okay?

So proof them, push them,
tweak them for me, okay? Thanks.

If you're not here tomorrow morning,
I'm putting my name on your office door.

Is there an ongoing relationship
with Mrs. Ross?

There never was.

It was a single incident,
one that I deeply regret.

Well, had you previously been
unfaithful to your wife, or she to you?

Were there problems at home?

I'm not going to answer that question, Jim.

Not because I'm afraid
of speaking the truth,

but because I specifically
asked you to leave

my wife and children out
of this discussion.

Ask about me and my candidacy.

Fair enough, fair enough.

So even before the scandal broke, though,

your opponent, Senator Walsh,
was making headway in the polls.

She's since pulled ahead.

Now what makes you think
you can still win this race?

Well, despite the misjudgments
in my personal life,

I have the leadership skills, the
knowledge, and the commitment

to effectively run this state.

Well, would you say
you're a good politician, then?

I'd say I'm good at governing,

having successfully managed
billions of dollars in state funds

during my time as treasurer.

So being a bad husband and father

is a consequence of
being good at governing?

Wow.

That's not journalism.
That's just plain mean-spirited.

Well, with all due respect,
you touted your family values

as your ticket into office.

And given what we know, it seems
you've been running on a false platform.

You know what? This was a bad idea.

I'm done. Forget it.

Don't you think we deserve to know
who our elected officials are?

See, that's the thing, you don't know me.

And you don't know my wife and
you sure as hell don't know my children.

All anyone knows is that I screwed around
and someone took pictures.

That doesn't make me a bad father.
That doesn't make me a loser.

That doesn't make me unfit for office.

Even if it happened while you were
actively campaigning for governor?

I made a fucking mistake,

one that I have to pay for
every time I look into my wife's eyes

and every time my kid googles
his last name and he's gonna pull up

bullshit like this disguised as news.

You know what?

You're a liar.

You get all that? Yeah.

I made a mistake,

one that I have to live with every
single time I look into my wife's eyes

and every time my kid googles his last name

and pulls up like
this disguised as news.

He's likeable, relatable,
even in a meltdown.

Yeah. And if a woman nearly cried
or had a meltdown on live TV,

you'd be hearing terms like
"hysterical" and "unbalanced"

being tossed around.

Instead, Zajac will have
just spoken from the heart.

Well, as unfair as it all is,
it's beside the point.

We need to move fast.

I say we nail him on his temper.

If he flies off the handle in an interview,

he's too hotheaded to lead the state.

We attack him personally, we come across
as being cruelly opportunistic.

She's right. Stick to the basics.

Bring it back to Kane.
Bankruptcy, fiscal and moral.

On it.

Be honest.

We're fine.

Kane's not in a position to help,

and Ben doesn't have
a field operation without him.

What a douchebag.

Fucking genius. Stupid shit.

Don't let the door hit you
in the ass on the way out!

Dear God.

Hey. I suggest not bringing him into this.

I keep finding you with
a drink in your hand,

I'm gonna start thinking there's a problem.

Well, I got plenty of those.
Where do you want to start?

At the failed mea culpa?

Or me embarrassing my wife and kids?

Good luck catching up.

That wasn't my plan.

Was it to come and warm your hands
on the funeral pyre of my career?

You hardly sound like the guy who will lead
us to tomorrow together.

Anyway.

I'm sorry if I let you down.

You know, I made
you look bad in front of Doyle.

You're clueless.

Pretty much.

- May I?
- Knock yourself out.

Really? You wanna torture
me with this shit?

Just shut up and look.

Thanks.

I made a fucking mistake,
one that I have to live with...

Well, I said the F-bomb on TV,

so there should be at least
a million views there.

Just keep looking. 134,000 hits.

"About time a politician sounded like
a human being."

You did it. Exactly what you needed to do.

Well, fuck me.

Not like this, I won't.

Here.

- What is that?
- Put it someplace safe.

Volunteer database. Three cycles' worth.

If you can't make good use of
it, you don't deserve the win.

This is Emma. Leave me a message,
and I'll get back to you.

Hello?

- Can I help you?
- Hi. Chris Beyers.

Checking in?

Insurance investigator for Sentinel Health
from the States. I have an appointment.

I'm sorry, Mr. Beyers. I don't seem to
have you in my system.

You should. I'm here to look into
a number of claims involving your facility.

Well, I'm not allowed to give out that type
of information without a signed release form.

You should have gotten that already.
The patient's name is Thomas Kane.

He was admitted here for
treatment recently.

Sir, may I see your credentials?

All right, look, there's been some
misunderstanding. I have an appointment.

I sent in the release form.

Obviously, it's not your fault.
Can I speak to the supervisor?

Wait here.

- What are you doing?
- I'm an insurance investigator...

I'm calling the police.

Look, honestly, you don't have to
do this, okay? Look, please, please.

Okay? Forget it. Just forget it.

I'm gone.

You're saying you won't
affix your signature?

Which as recently as six months ago

was rubber-stamped
on the bottom of $10 rebate checks.

You won't sign your name,

a name now synonymous
with wanton disregard for propriety,

to a bond that will keep this city afloat?

Not at the expense of the state.

The food chain. Each layer of the hierarchy
struggles, toils, exists,

only to be consumed by a dominant species.

Sound familiar?

Grass, bugs, birds, snakes, and so on.

One feeding the next, all the way up
to the commanding predatory creatures.

That is the order of things.

I want those state bonds
released by tomorrow.

I won't approve the transfer of funds.

If I'm going to be governor,
I refuse to inherit a state

that's further in the
red to pay your bills.

Are you going to be governor?

The numbers, the photos, my divorce.

You bear as much responsibility as I do.

I've run a solid campaign, and you've been
nothing but a fucking hindrance.

The puppet is cutting his strings.

If I win, I win on my own.
If I lose, so be it.

Either way, you and I are done.

Sir?

There will be no state bonds.

The budget vote is tomorrow.

Great men have compromised
in times of trial and emerged the stronger.

I intend to be among them.

Come on in.

The vote,

how many can you guarantee?

My caucus, progressives,
goo-goos, independents...

How many?

Forty, give or take,
all ready to line up either way.

Could be on your side if...

The alderman's replacement
has already been found.

Four ward bosses.

Authorize the city bond measure,

you can handpick whoever you like.

Power in the field ought to be deal enough.

Alderman Ross is presumably holding open
the 21st for Kenya Taylor's return.

And he'll be appointing three new ward
bosses to the 11th, the 14th, and the 46th.

Find out their names.
I'd like to congratulate them personally.

Unfortunately, I'm a pariah in those
circles now. I may not be able to...

There are other avenues, I'm sure.

I trust your resourcefulness.

Sir, I...

I have to know.

Where do things stand with Lennox Gardens?

I promised you I wouldn't blindside you,
so I won't.

It's no longer viable.

In times of desperation,
we must sometimes sacrifice our darlings.

I realize that not everyone can come back.

I accept that, but promises were made,
by you and by me.

Go back to the original plan,

25% Section 8 housing.
That still has to be possible.

If not, then I've lost everything,
and you've made liars out of both of us.

Tomorrow, after we've sidestepped
this bureaucratic nightmare,

we will be solvent enough to do so.

But without control of all wards,
I can't guarantee it and I won't.

Find out their names.

Yes, sir.

Grandpa, Grandpa, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay. You're all right.
Grandpa, you're okay.

Grandpa, you're fine.

Grandpa, you're okay.

Grandpa, Grandpa...

Nadeem, Nadeem, something might be wrong.

Don't touch him!
I'll do it! Just call 911.

It's my grandpa. He's collapsed.
I need an ambulance.

I heard you're looking to take
Kenya Taylor's place in the organization.

It'd be quite the promotion for you.
I hope you're up to the task.

The 21st hasn't had
a decent ward boss in years.

Well, hopefully that's going to change.

Trey, I recognize we've had our differences

regarding your means of income
at the Gardens,

but let me remind you that
the community is where my loyalty lies.

Kenya went about his duties
in the wrong way,

which is something you had a hand in.

Hey, we don't always like
our marching orders, but we march.

I want the names of Ross' appointees

in order to preserve
a 25% return rate to the Gardens.

- Privileged information.
- Chapman? Powell?

- Simmons?

Look, if you wanted to
be in good with my boss,

maybe leaving his office for the Mayor's
wasn't your best move.

YOU think?

Ross might have given you a leg up,
but that's ground level, minor leagues.

You stay with him, you stay in the 'hood.

But realign yourself,
become the Mayor's ally,

and I'll give you what Ross can't.

I'm listening.

Me.

You know my reputation.

I'll vouch for you, pose for pictures,

help you gain the level
of respect in City Hall

that you already command on the streets.

In exchange for those ward boss names,

I'll give you mine.

An opportunity was handed to you,
which you took, and rightly so.

You've waited to move up in the world.

Now here you are.

But you must be made aware
of the realities of your situation

because I don't want you
maintaining false notions

about what's been offered.

It is not a job.

It is a station in the community,

both unpaid and unofficial.

A position with some authority,
some recognition,

but that won't pay the rent, fellas.

Now, what I'm offering
is a chance to be salaried

and to serve the city
in an additional capacity.

Transportation, water management,
public health.

Each of you in a legitimate city job
pensions, benefits.

I myself worked my way up
through the sanitation department.

And what about Alderman Ross?

By all means continue serving him
as community leaders.

Think of the ward as your own.

I believe you'll find that
your political duties

and your occupational responsibilities
will overlap nicely.

I only ask that my generosity be
considered when the occasion arises.

Scotch, anyone?

Don't look so nervous, fellas.

It's good scotch.

Sir, you wanted to see me?

I do.

Zajac.

He's up. Good press, and cash donations
are starting to come in.

That was something, that interview.

He may win this, perhaps
in spite of himself.

You know, the bar isn't
as high as it used to be,

but he's passionate, driven.

I suppose those are winning qualities.

You honing yours, Claire?

Gamesmanship, assertiveness.

That forthright shamelessness
with which you crave my seat.

We're all here for a reason.

Did I say you could fuck him?

Sir, I...

Both willing in spirit
and weak of the flesh.

I'm not sure whether to feel
admiration or pity.

Were you gonna tell me at some point?

Honestly? No.

You want to do what I do, sit where I sit?

Your ambitions belong to me.

How's your wife, Jeff?

She's a goddamn saint,
and you're not to speak her name

or mention her in any capacity, ever.

Is that understood?

Lift up your skirt.

Do as you're told.

Take that off.

Do it.

What the hell am I looking at?

I was vetting Mrs. Kane's recommendation
for alderman

when I found this thread on
a human rights message board.

An anonymous user going by Citizen541

made a sexual abuse allegation
against Kenneth Prentiss.

Appears to be someone
from one of the shelters.

Prentiss?

That's the guy I'm swearing in as my new
goddamn white knight on the Council?

- Yeah.
- Shit.

I thought it best you see it now rather than
after posing for pictures at his swearing in.

News hasn't caught hold of it yet.

And his organization isn't commenting,
but as you can see from the postings,

it could get bad.

Prentiss Safe Houses. The irony.

I can try to track down
the person behind the account

to see if the allegation has merit.

Don't bother.

Sadly, even unproven claims
have a way of attaching a certain stigma.

We're going to need to find somebody else.

It's not too late, sir,
to fill the seat before the vote.

I know I'm relatively inexperienced
by comparison,

but I'm dedicated, loyal.
I think I've proven that to you.

I can be your eyes and ears there,
an assured vote,

providing support in any capacity.

Your ambition is boundless.

Ross has already guaranteed me a majority,
so time is not really of the essence, but

I will consider it.

Thank you, sir.

Boy.

That kid.

How is he?

Your grandfather is in a coma.

I don't understand.

The doctors are still running tests.

They're not sure if it was something
to do with the fall or his meds.

They're saying he may have
missed a few doses of his regimen.

He's on life support.
Your mother's there with him now.

Sir?

Mayor Rutledge is in the hospital.
Apparently, he fell and struck his head.

How can I help?

Emma is understandably upset.
I want you to take her home

and try to calm her down.

Aren't I needed here for the vote?

Other opportunities will present themselves
soon enough.

- Go.
- Yes, sir.

Here's copies of positive press on Zajac.
It's mostly local, but it's spreading.

Small-dollar boost in donations.

- Any new numbers?
- They're still coming in.

There's data for Mercer, Knox,

most of the downstate counties
with the exception of Lawrence.

- Still safe, but more to come.
- Cook?

- Still working on it.

- Fuck.
- What?

Nothing. Just this guy I'm...

- Hey.
- Hey, it's me. I need to cancel tonight.

I'm still at work.

Right, right. Me, too.

- Where are you?
- What do you mean?

I'm chasing a lead.

Okay. You just sound kind of...

I gotta go. I'm on deadline.
But rain check on dinner,

though, okay? I'm gonna call you.

Okay.

Kane's office just called.
He wants a sit-down with Catherine.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, Danny's in the bathroom and Benjy's
just finishing up a game on my computer.

It's fine. No rush. It's busier in here.

- You hire a new campaign manager yet?
- Nope.

I'm handling it myself.

I'm not sure my last one's replaceable.

- You think it was worth it?
- Maggie, look...

I don't know. Maybe it was.

There they are. Come on, guys. Let's go.

All right, give me five. See you, buddy.

- Give me five.
- Let's go.

- Bye, guys.
- Bye, Dad.

See you, buddy.

This is all you got?

We ran the system for our missing sniper.

Boetker has no priors anywhere,
no record anywhere,

no real trace of him since the mid-'80s.

I did manage to find
this photograph of his unit, however.

Aliases?

We're looking, but he's been off the grid
for so long, I don't expect much.

Which one is he?

This one's Langley
and this one here's Boetker.

Well, age up Boetker's military ID,
pass it through the DMV,

city surveillance.
Maybe that'll get us somewhere.

Should we update the Mayor's office?

The next thing I take to Kane has to be
nothing less than an actual defendant.

A lot of fight in you, Catherine.

Always respected that.

I'm just getting started.

After three tries, you learn a few things,

including how to get out of the way
when the train's about to crash.

Suffice to say, I owe you
a debt of thanks for Mr. Zajac.

For Kitty, too, actually.
She's proven to be an invaluable addition.

Clearly, we have the same tastes.

Is it possible, then, I wonder,
for you and I to coexist?

That's hard to imagine, really.

Working hand-in-hand with the man
who referred to me as, what was it?

"A downstate crone"?

I believe that's the term you used

when last we spoke privately.

History aside, I imagine there are some

shared values between us, a mutual agenda.

You're testing the waters.

Let's not waste each other's time.

When, not if, I become the next governor,

I won't be serving an agenda that
defers to the whims of this office.

You and I will seldom coincide,
legislatively or otherwise.

Well, good luck, then, Senator,

to you and yours.

I'd imagine with your current financial
concerns, you need it more than I do.

- Sir.
- The vote.

Beginning shortly. Will
you be on the floor?

No, it's William's show tonight.

I have no intention of
applauding from the wings.

What comes as a temporary concession
does not amount to surrender.

Agreed.

I'll be in my office if you need me.

I got this.

I should have watched more closely.

- You're not his doctor.
- But I had to help.

Emma, what happened to your grandfather
is no one's fault.

You're wrong!

I stopped giving him the medication.

The Bulbocapnine.

What?

My parents induced it, his stupor,
for the last 20 years,

and they've been using that shit
to keep him like this ever since.

- Mayor Rutledge had a stroke.
- No, I have proof. His body is full of it.

- Emma, you're not making any sense.

- What?
- Are you using again?

- Thanks for the ride.
- Emma.

I'll be fine.

Emma, where are you?

Stop it.

- Leave me alone.
- I said stop it.

- This is not your job.
- Do you wanna go back to jail?

- I'd rather be anywhere than here.
- You don't mean that. Emma, look at me.

- Fuck!
- Calm down and look at me. Look at me!

What are you doing?

Give me that! Stop it!

Emma.

- Open.
- Look at me. You're stronger than this.

No, I'm not!

Please, just let me go. Please.

Voting will now begin on the measure

authorizing continued procurement
of municipal bonds.

Alderman Reesh.

Yea.

- Alderman...

Quiet in the chambers.
Alderman Ross.

I vote nay.

- Alderman Holden.
- Nay.

Alderman Garrison.

- Sir.
- Nay!

- Alderman De Soto.
- Nay.

- Alderman Castillez.
- Nay.

- Alderman Louis.
- Nay.

- Alderman Thomas.
- Nay.

- Alderman Kirsch.
- Nay.

- Alderman Alverson.
- Nay.

- Alderman Dobbs.
- Nay.

- Alderman Alfeld.
- Nay.

- Alderman Kowalski.
- Nay.

- Alderman Johnston.
- Nay.

- Alderman Ortiz.
- Nay.

Out of the way! Out of the way!

Alderman Muldoon

- Move!
- Nay.

- Nay.
- Nay.

With a tally of 41 nays,
this measure is denied.

Alan.

Alan, you wanna tell me
what just happened in there?

Doesn't really matter much now.

A different deal was made.

You're in a unique position, Mr. Ross.

This bond acquisition vote
provides you an opportunity

to stimulate a wind of change.

Kane's reach extends beyond
my legislative grasp, Mr. McGantry.

You're an example of that.

He'll find another way.

I'll handle the banks and lenders.
The well is all but poisoned already.

For those in the Council who waver,

you might remind them
that their own elections

are likely in need of financial incentives.

Sacrifice the castle to take down the king.

Castles can be rebuilt, men cannot.

He threw money at them, all of them.

Alverson, Driscoll, Ortiz, lots of money.

Idiots, assholes, ungrateful,
shortsighted sons of bitches.

Doyle, now.

Obviously this means Lennox Gardens.

- Doyle.
- McGantry.

Everything you need, you have,
wrapped up in a goddamn bow.

Look, Tom...

I fully expect you to use
what little muscle you have to lock him up

before I hand this slam-fucking-dunk
case over to the feds.

Or would you rather lose yet another
headline-grabbing opportunity?

What do we do?

I don't know.

Miss?

Miss, I need to ask you
a few more questions.

Leave me alone.

I won't name you as a source.
Just give me some answers, and I'll go.

I didn't call the police before,
but I'm going to now.

Yes or no, was Tom Kane
admitted to your clinic?

I said fuck off!

Hey, look! I don't want any trouble here,
but you have information

that could be vitally important
to a lot of people.

I'm trying to do the right thing here.
Kane is a dangerous man,

potentially lethal if he's sick as well.

I need to know.

Yes.

Yes, what?

We treated him.

He stayed for two days.

Several brain treatments.

Electroconvulsive therapy was one of them.
I don't know what else.

Please let me go.

Sorry.