It's called Lewy body--
degenerative progression is slow.
There is no known cure.
Sam Miller, "Sentinel."
He's asking her about you.
- Dad. - Emma, how are you?
Can I give you a lift somewhere?
How's the kid looking? Is he ready?
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.
We believe it's an old Indian site
of some great archeological importance.
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.
♪ Boss 1x02 ♪ Reflex Original Air Date on October 28, 2011
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♪ Satan, your kingdom must come down ♪
♪ I heard the voice of Jesus Christ ♪
♪ Satan, your kingdom must come down ♪
"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.
"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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
- 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.
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.
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?
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?
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.
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.
"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?
--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."
It's been a long time.
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. - 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.
Okay, phone calls.
- 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.
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.
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?
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?
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.
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...
Tom?
Tom!
What do you want me to do?
Have another olive, then see yourself out.
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.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==