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♪ Boss 1x01 ♪ Listen Original Air Date on October 21, 2011
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♪ Satan, your kingdom must come down ♪
♪ I heard the voice of Jesus Christ ♪
♪ Satan, your kingdom must come down ♪
Take a seat.
Please.
It's called Lewy body--
abnormal microscopic amounts of protein
depositing themselves in the nerve cells of your cerebral cortex
and substantia nigra here and here,
destroying them over time,
atrophying the frontal and temporal lobes.
It's rare. It's not Alzheimer's.
It's not Parkinson's. But like them,
degenerative progression is slow,
irreversible and there is no known cure.
First your higher mental functions will deteriorate--
orientation, intelligence, insight.
Your speech will become unusual, nonsensical at times
with unconscious repetition, loss of words.
You'll experience increasingly severe visual hallucinations,
paranoia, delusions.
Depression is common, anxiety more so.
Later as the disease advances, you will see dystonic postures,
muscle rigidity, tremors, loss of language, memory.
Eventually you'll not be able to carry out simple daily tasks.
Your body movements reduce drastically
with fluctuating levels of unconsciousness
lasting days to weeks until death.
How long?
It's hard to say. Three, maybe five years.
Could be more, could be less.
I can't shake.
We could try to mitigate some of that with anti-Parkinsonian drugs.
What drugs?
They may acutely worsen the hallucinations
and delusions precipitating psychosis.
- What drugs? - L-dopa.
Combined with Rivastigmine.
Maybe haloperidol for the neuroleptic side.
We'll have to see what works for you.
You'll need legal advice, advance directives,
power of attorney determining the course of certain ethical decisions.
If, for instance, your behavior becomes aggressive,
dangerous to yourself and to others,
do you want to be medicated or restrained?
When your sensory functions deteriorate
are we to rectify through surgery or leave be?
You need to make these decisions now
while you still can.
Eventually you'll need 24-hour care,
somewhere comfortable where your needs can be met.
I assume this could be at home.
You might want to talk to your family.
There are also support groups,
- elder care. - Thank you, Doctor.
20,000 men used to work here in this place
slaughtering hundreds of thousands of hogs and cattle each day.
"Life,
for all its cares and its terrors
is no such great thing after all,"
laborer or hog.
- Sinclair. - Yes.
Thanks for meeting me out here, Doctor.
I know you understand.
I understand.
I'm ready.
Bareheaded,
shoveling, wrecking,
planning, building.
Breaking, breaking.
Building, breaking, breaking, breaking.
Breaking, rebuild, break again, rebuilding.
They're ready. Turnout's about 600.
Podium is stage right.
You'll walk across. Friendlies behind for the cameras
packing the first three rows in the pit.
Hayes, Rosen, Cullen and his wife sit stage left in that order.
When you introduce them she comes first, then Cullen.
Kenny Williams is doing your intro.
- Williams? What's the--
- Stealth bomber. - That's right.
Ladies and gentlemen, the great mayor of this city,
Tom Kane.
Mr. Mayor, good to see you.
Good to see you. All right.
Thank you, Kenny.
So who you going for for first base?
Pujols? Come on, don't mind them. You can tell me.
Later later.
All right. Kenny Williams, stealth bomber.
180 years ago a young man arrived in town by boat.
His name was Jeremiah Porter,
a presbyterian minister.
What he found was a settlement
numbering no more than 300 people.
The majority were soldiers stationed at Fort Dearborn
along with some French trappers
and pockets of Potawatomi Indians.
And among the lot of them vice was rampant,
corruption an accepted way of life.
Prostitution, boozing, cards, dice,
all forms of gambling were common occupations.
Jeremiah Porter set about to change that.
He built a church-- the first church in the city,
the First Presbyterian Church of Chicago.
And from there he began his work
eradicating gambling, stamping out vice
and raising arms against corruption.
Today the First Presbyterian still holds daily services.
It stands as a testament to an abiding truth
about the nature of this great city,
this most American of all cities...
...Chicago...
Go ahead.
...that always its darkest elements
have given rise to its greatest crusaders of light.
Its grafters and gamblers, sinners and corrupters,
mob bosses and crooked aldermen
have always been met face on
by those who would not, could not be corrupted...
What the fuck is this?
...Men of moral muscle,
men of backbone and unimpeachable integrity,
men who bareheaded, shoveling, wrecking,
planning, building, breaking and rebuilding
made this city and this state what it is today.
My friend
Governor Mac Cullen is such a man.
Come on up, Mac.
And with your help,
Mac is going back to Springfield again and again and again.
Cullen, Cullen, Cullen...
You're on, Mac.
All right, everyone, listen up.
Grab your stuff. Salva, Miguelito,
bring the 360 trackhoes and the hydro.
We're working today over there.
I don't know who the hell cooked up this contract division bullshit,
but we've got 1,372 plots to get through
and on every single one I want the same thing-- six inches.
- That's about a half shovel's length, yes? - Yup.
Not an inch more. Now when your guys hit that depth,
they stop-- stop-- and you call over one of my guys.
We can't touch the topsoil; You can't touch the coffins.
So we're gonna have to work this together. All right, let's go.
- Let's go. - Come on, guys.
No, no dinner. He needs to be out at 8:00 p.m. sharp.
What kind of gifts?
Ma'am, I need to call you back, okay?
No, I'll call you back. Thank you.
Cullen's called three times since you left.
Get him.
And send Stoney in, will you?
Cullen's on the line, sir.
Put him through.
- Tom. - Mac.
- Hell of a speech. - Thanks.
Hit "The Times" and "The Sentinel" already.
- How's it looking? - Good.
We're going out wide for the next two weeks.
Back in town a couple days before the primary.
What's the temperature?
It's a toxic shitstorm anywhere across the 50 where there's a vote.
Two, sometimes three termers,
wily old sons of bitches
with smooth operations, cashed up,
good messaging, plenty of grit,
getting their behinds handed to them on a sandwich platter.
With Walsh's ties to D.C., why don't you just run the ads
and watch her self-implode defending them?
Yeah, Walsh. Walsh I know how to take.
It's not the main event I'm worried about.
- It's this primary. - Primary's in the bag, Mac.
You got Cook county. What else do you need?
Yes, of course. Thank you, Tom.
Well, I guess that's it.
Anything else I can do for you?
I'll be sure to ask. Thanks again, Tom.
Mac.
All right, I need to know exactly how he's coming at me--
when, how, what? Fuck!
Is this about O'Hare?
Don't fucking ask questions.
This isn't some fucking learning moment.
Fucking moron.
How's the kid looking?
He'll be here in an hour.
- Is he ready? - He's ready.
His attacks on Cullen are gaining some serious balls.
Anybody putting him up to it?
No. He either really gives a shit
or he's the most ambitious son of a bitch I've ever seen.
He's straight, goes to church,
family, kids, the camera loves him.
He's young, but the game has changed.
No one cares about that anymore.
Stoney,
I need five minutes.
Sure.
- 62. - Clinic.
Please hold. Emma.
- Can I take a message? - Number 62?
Can I come in with him?
- Are you family? - Yeah, I'm his nephew.
What's your name, sir?
Morrison, Alton Morrison.
Date of birth?
05-25-35.
- Address? - He lives in Englewood.
- Do you need more than that? - A zip.
60621.
Is he on Medicaid or P.C.A.? C.H.I.P.?
- Uh, no. - What's your name?
Darius-- uh, "D."
He has emphysema. He's been on inhalers,
but he started to feel a lot of pain.
A doctor will be with you in a minute.
Um, ma'am, can I take this?
It's private.
I can't leave you in here alone.
All right.
Yeah.
I can't right now.
Yeah, how much?
What--
why?
Man, tell him I can't, dawg.
It is what it is, yo.
All right.
Okay, so what have we here?
Mr. Morrison.
It was your dad.
- My dad? - On the phone.
Well, what did he say?
Just to call him.
63.
Not long ago
financial shortages had placed Noble Square Elementary
on a list of imminent school closings.
But through its partnership with Scientia
Noble Square's faculty, staff and students
have improved this school
to become one of the most successful in the city.
Grades are up. Attendance is up.
Parents and students are satisfied.
Scientia working with local government
provided the critical technology
required to help turn this school around.
Scientia C.E.O. Mike Bosovic
is himself an alumnus of Noble Square.
So I know how saving this particular school
has been of personal importance to him.
Good job, everyone.
Good job.
Mrs. Kane read with students
and met the faculty and staff at Noble Square.
She's scheduled to continue her meetings
with Scientia staff at their headquarters this afternoon.
Let's get some b-roll on the students.
You guys want something with a bit more bite?
- What did you have in mind? - Miller. "Sentinel."
Get that, the mold.
Get all of that and then swing it back to her.
All right, and over here,
who remembers what was in this box?
Whoa whoa whoa whoa!
Watch out, watch out!
Spin it around. Spin it around.
Checo?
Si.
Sí.
Sí, sí.
Why did you get into public service?
Because I believe in the role of government
to do what the private sector can't--
provide the safety net necessary for private businesses to thrive.
Because I believe in the power of ordinary people
doing extraordinary things.
Treasurer Zajac is here, sir.
- Mr. Mayor. - Good to see you.
- Ezra Stone. - I was born here, South Chicago,
in the bush.
My father worked steel at E.C. Tin every day of his life.
And the only thing he ever expected from me was that I would never do the same.
I'm sure you've heard it before.
Stanford undergrad, law at U of C.
Then straight to Holland & Dunn in the city.
Call it the path of least resistance.
One day I realized I could see the whole thing,
not just the steps I had taken to get where I was,
but every step from there on out as well--
the rest of my life in its entirety.
It made me feel miserable.
I took a job with the housing authority.
I was overqualified and underpaid.
But everything changed.
My worst day there was always better
than my best in the private sector.
From there I ran for State Treasurer and I won.
And every day has been nothing but exhilarating since.
Because everything I do, every decision that I make
in some small practical way
affects the lives of every citizen in this state,
all 12,910,409 of them.
And that matters.
This fucking kid.
Come with me.
When Cermak was mayor he used to come up here all the time.
He was a bohemian, an immigrant...
Working class like you,
except he utterly lacked charisma.
But he had a gift. He understood people.
He was the first to force the Irish
into sharing power with the other ethnicities.
His "House for all peoples" he called it.
From here he had an uninterrupted view of the whole thing,
all 50 wards.
North Side, Lincoln Square-- the Germans;
Northwest, Division and Ashland--
your lot, the Polonia Triangle
as well as the Czechs and the Jews;
West Side-- the Italians; South Side-- the Blacks;
all the rest and in-between the Irish.
These were tribes. They hated each other.
They fought, maimed, killed and rioted against each other.
Cermak weaved a thread through the lot of them
and pulled them in
forming the first truly dominant
political force this country had ever seen.
And he did it because he understood
something basic about all people--
they want to be led.
They want their disputes settled.
They want their treaties negotiated, their jobs dispensed,
their mutinies punished.
And they want their loyalties rewarded.
To those who lead them to all they want,
they get power.
It's a covenant, unspoken and elemental.
When a part fails...
it needs to be fixed.
I want you to run for governor
against Mac Cullen in the primary.
I want you to come at him from his wing and hammer him with all you got.
What makes you think I'd want to do that?
Oh come on, you've been chewing at him for three months straight--
two Sunday op-eds, one in "The Sentinel" one in "The Sun Times,"
six appearances on local television, three on cable,
and your speeches at Northwestern,
Archer Daniels Midland and Lou Mitchell's diner.
If I didn't know better,
I'd say that you've been contriving this face to face even before me,
because the only thing you're missing
is heft.
Here I am.
What do you want from me?
You'll know when it comes up. You won't have to ask.
Am I supposed to just damage him or go for the whole thing?
It's not a matter of degrees. It's not precision surgery.
You go after him because it's time to take him out.
His numbers are high.
There's only three weeks left until the primary.
It's an eternity. Three days would be.
Don't tell me you have to think about it because I know you don't.
- Smile. - Why?
Sometimes it's necessary to let the other guy know you're coming.
We've got a situation downstairs.
Sir, something urgent.
It's my company, Moco Industries.
Our job here today was to clear the graves from the cemetery
and some of my workmen...
Who is that?
Alberto Moco Ruiz. 30th Ward,
South Lawndale.
He's one of Lalo Mata's guys.
Got the contract to work O'Hare and St. Johannes.
What is he doing in front of a fucking camera?
For all intents and purposes we believe
it's an old Indian site of some great archeologic importance.
Where is Mata?
Hi, Mr. Miller.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Dr. Singh referred you
but I'm a little short in my notes here as to why.
I'd like to apologize.
Dr. Singh is an old friend and...
I've grossly manipulated that friendship to get here to see you.
I'm a reporter with "the Chicago Sentinel."
And I'm doing a story,
kind of taking a deeper look at Tom Kane.
I know he's been to see you.
And given what you specialize in, I think there may be some information here
that could be of serious interest to the public.
I understand you're bound by confidentiality, but--
Thank you, Mr. Miller.
Okay.
If you change your mind.
Mr. Mayor. Haime my nephew.
I hope it's okay if he sits in.
Thought he could learn a bit about the context of things.
It was a mistake. Tom, you know that we appreciate--
I appreciate everything that you have done for us.
If this poca madre, if Moco had taken even a moment
to stop and think about it he never would have rushed over there
with the cameras like the hijo de that he is.
He's not the brightest. But he has his uses, right?
His guys are cheap, never been in trouble with I.C.E.
You know we have this saying...
You don't ask for pears from an elm tree.
Moco, he doesn't think. He can't--
Stop.
Kitty.
Six new parallel runways, two new terminals.
Entire estimate for the O'Hare 15 billion.
Total lifespan of the 22 years.
$16 million paid by the City of Chicago
to the City of Bensenville to drop its opposition
to the expansion and allow for the demolition
of 500 homes in its municipality.
$630,000 paid to St. John's United Church of Christ
to acquire the 5.32 acres of the St. Johannes cemetery
which stand in the way of the proposed expansion and begin land condemnation,
grave relocation and family compensation programs.
374 state court arguments
brought before DuPage Circuit Judge Merriam, 174 in Federal Court,
all pertaining to the alleged assaults on the religious beliefs
of the families of the interred, all fought and won--
cost to the city: over 10 million.
87 articles of court-ordered respect and dignity etiquettes
in dealing with the buried, contractually agreed.
$1,000 per breach.
- ...Heroes of the underground railroad. - Tom?
22 fucking years.
You think this is easy?
Does Moco?
I've been accused of bulldozing the First Amendment,
of trashing people's constitutional right to rest in peace
until Jesus Christ's redemptive resurrection at the world's fucking end!
And I've only been dealing here with your average
heroes of the underground fucking railroad,
veterans of the Civil fucking War,
families who hosted Abraham fucking Lincoln,
lying in graves that happen to be lined up east-west
because they believed that Christ will return on that axis
which also happens to cut smack fucking bang
across two of my runways.
You think this is easy?
Answer me!
No.
They don't fucking listen, your people, do they?
Fucking listen.
I have been called everything from sacrilegious
to vile to a fucking grave robber.
And I'm doing it all-- browbeating, finessing,
pleading, threatening, on my goddamn knees
fucking debasing myself. For what?
For the contracts, for the jobs,
for the greater fucking glory of this glorious fucking city,
for the likes of you
and your Mr. fucking Moco. Fuck!
Does he hear me?
Can he fucking hear me?
Pay attention, son.
This right here
is the context of things.
Thank you for coming.
Somebody get me some water!
- Next. - Potawatomi.
- How long? - Moretti's getting them.
By mandating annual testing of children
in grades three to eight and setting a 12-year timetable
for closing chronic gaps in student achievement,
we believe we can meet these goals.
Thank you.
I wonder if I could have a private word.
I had my start in your father's administration--
transportation authority.
So it's an honor to be working with you now and your husband.
Mr. Bosovic, I hope it's okay if we bypass idle chatter.
Yes, of course.
The conditions in that school today were a disgrace.
I know, and I apologize.
We try, but sometimes we come across
odd forms of intransigence, particularly from faculty.
But I assure you, our goal always
is to strive for what's best for the children.
My husband's administration
has allocated $2 billion over five years
to be dispensed to joint public-private enterprises
targeted expressly at servicing the city's schools,
companies like Scientia.
He ushered the funds through the city council
with no public hearings, and he put my hand on the spigot.
Please do not mistake my concern for today's mishap
as a tell for a bleeding heart.
We're interdependent.
What reflects poorly on you reflects poorly on me
and on the mayor.
There's a minimum standard across all of your company's line of services
that'll be enough to keep prying eyes away.
Please meet it.
I don't care how you do what you do,
I care about how it looks.
Yes?
Yes.
Uh, Mayor Kane and Chief English of the Potawatomi nation
are both very excited about the possibility of a major
new archeological discovery.
Now the mayor feels very strongly that all elements of the find
should be housed in a museum for proper preservation.
And we've already had contact with both the Field Museum
and Smithsonian Institute, but the mayor prefers a local museum
so that people can come to Chicago,
see the treasures of our nation's past.
Maybe stay in a hotel,
buy a cup of coffee, a commemorative mug.
Sir, does this call the ownership of the land into question?
- No questions, please. - How does this affect O'Hare, sir?
I don't know. What's it gonna take, fellas?
Airport casino?
Proud builders.
Moretti: Okay, that's it. Thank you, everyone.
Thank you. Thank you very much for coming.
Thank you.
That guy was two years ahead of me at Yale law.
Now he's dropping his pronouns and wearing sacks.
It works.
Find out what that hands and builders nonsense was about.
If this guy's gunning for an O'Hare contract,
let him bid against Mata's guy. Fuck 'em both.
I need something to get those maggots on the city council off my back,
something to give me control over the cemetery without their oversight.
Find something they can't vote against, something today.
Nurses? Cops? Fireman?
What about trash?
You know, throughout almost all of its history, golf has been associated
with the most phenomenally stupid clothing ever conceived for a sport.
You see, all sports, when they first come onto the scene, have idiotic clothing.
That's 'cause they want to grab attention, credibility. They want to grow.
But as they become more established
they become more austere.
What about ice dancing?
That is the exception. But the rule still holds.
And you see, this is the same exact trajectory
that ethnicities take when they first come to this country.
At first they're all flash and dash--
hair greased, hot wheels, pimp clothing, pimp jewelry.
But as they become more established
they become more austere in their tastes.
Look at the Italians,
the Irish, the Greeks, the Jews.
Except the Blacks.
The Blacks are the exception.
They're like ice dancing.
But for everyone else this is the truth.
As time passes, they begin to understand
the value of modesty, of group strength,
of groups making collective decisions,
of keeping your mouth shut and checking up the ranks.
- Perdoname, Lalo. - You understand though?
Si.
Good.
I don't know where my ball has landed.
You know, I think it might have floated into those trees over there.
- You guys think you can help me find it? - Yes sir.
- Moco? - Por favor, Lalo.
I am fourth generation, Moco.
You will speak to me in my language.
- Please. - Come come, let's go.
- Otherwise we're gonna have to yield the field of play here. - I...
You and your furrowed brow.
You think you unearthed this?
He is toying with us.
And this fucking thing!
Every time you show me something on this,
it's a goddamn...
Isn't there a bunch of private shit on that thing?
Yes sir.
Well, go get it then.
The chair recognizes Alderman Mata.
Thank you, Mr. President.
The matter now before the council,
Ordinance P02011-3:
To extend city trash collection services
for a period of 12 months from this date
and to appropriate the necessary funds to continue said services.
- Ordinance has been read. - Thank you, Mr. President.
I'd like to read out a proposed amendment.
You may read the amendment.
Amendment to the ordinance:
To designate any and all potential archeological finds
at the grounds known as St. Johannes Cemetery O'Hare adjunct,
under the sole authority of his honor the mayor...
- Mr. President. - ...to determine all decisions and actions
- <i>affecting said archeological finds. - Mr. President, on the merits--
- on the merits of the amendment-- - If I may.
The language of the amendment contains all that there really
needs to be said or known.
Without oversight? Without oversight?
Just hand the authority over?
If my colleague has an actual objection...
You're damn right I do. Hookwinkery.
- We are being hoodwinked. - That is not an actual objection.
Tying this to trash collection? Mr. President, this is outrageous.
I ask that we debate the merits of the amendment alone.
We have had neither the opportunity nor the time to do this.
We need to debate this, Mr. President.
Call for a vote.
I mean people talk about business as usual...
I call for a vote!
Excuse me, Mr. President.
I mean, you can't just pass this over us and have us think
we're not gonna do anything about it.
Mr. President, call to a vote on this amendment!
- We have to debate this. - I call for a vote, Mr. President.
I mean if you're gonna play by the rules,
we've got to debate this, Mr. President. Point of order.
I call for a vote! Call for a vote-- no no, full vote.
Mr. President, are you gonna listen to me?
Order. Order!
Hand over the hardware.
What?
Laptops, blackberries, phones, iPads.
All of it. No word in, no word out.
No Twitter, no Facebook-- nothing.
The amendment stands. Each of you will remain here
until you can decide what it is you wish to do.
I expect a simple up or down vote.
If the motion loses
I will make every single vote publicly known.
You can explain your decision to your constituents on your own.
Let the streets run with shit.
So Zajac's news will hit in the morning.
We're expecting lukewarm in the opinions,
and nothing in the polls as anticipated.
You'll stay with Cullen for now.
We have a statement ready if needed
confirming your ongoing support.
The wording is taken from one of your own speeches--
crusader of light and so on.
- You want to see it? - Who wrote it?
- Kitty. - No.
The drop on Cullen, when it comes, and your pivot away,
we think the best way is to go with a single source-- exclusive, anonymous.
That way the rest of the media will devour each other
either trying to outdo it or debunk it.
- Good. Who? - Sam Miller, "Sentinel."
We've kicked his tires.
No known political affiliations.
Not a beat guy. Not one of our guys either.
- Did an expose on City Hall last year. - Remind me.
A handful of aldermen ran their mouths off to him
for a month, forgetting who he is and he printed all of it--
stupid shit they and their asshole aides usually say.
Only surprising if you believe them
to be paragons of intellect in the first place.
It left him with a reputation
for not being afraid to burn bridges.
Truth is, he doesn't have any.
But that's his brand and so he's perfect for this.
Anything else?
Yeah, one more thing.
Um...
These were taken today.
He's asking her about you. She threw him out.
That's Miller on the right.
- Who took these? - One of my guys.
Like I said, we're kicking his tires.
- How much do you know? - All I've told you.
Keep it to that.
And her?
What do you think?
I think a gentle reminder
of certain oaths.
Remind her.
I need some medication.
- Quietly. - What do you need?
I want to do this alone.
He's quiet.
- Hey. - What's up?
I was just driving here and I saw you.
Yeah, I walk here.
- How's your Uncle? - He's all right.
Oh, they said you organized for the breathing device, right?
Yeah. Well, he needed it.
Thank you.
Can I give you lift somewhere?
Are you... are you looking for something?
Yeah.
All right, bet.
Oh.
Sorry, I didn't know there was anyone in here.
Uh, it's just your suit for tonight's dinner.
Is it just a speech?
No, I couldn't get them to back down.
You'll be receiving the Latino Business Association Chairman's Award.
Can't phone-monkey out there bring that in for me?
Yes, he can.
You are where you are.
I've always liked the fact that you are unencumbered
by excuses for it.
Don't undermine yourself with shit like this.
Yes sir.
Sir, I hope you don't mind me asking,
but is everything all right?
How long have you worked for me?
Eight years.
Don't ask me that again.
Yes sir.
This is it.
You want to wait here?
No, I'll come with you.
All right.
Oh, all right, just wait here, okay?
So--
- Meredith. - Tom.
How long is this thing going to take?
45 minutes.
Max.
There we go.
This is a neuromuscular blocker.
It's temporary. Please try to pay attention.
Hippocrates, in part.
"Whatever, in connection with my professional service,
I see or hear in the life of men which ought not to be spoken of,
I will not divulge,
as reckoning that all such knowledge should be kept secret."
I know you can't nod.
I will assume you understand the content of this message.
Who was that?
Just give mommy a moment.
Ladies and gentlemen, our friend, Thomas Kane.
You are the new energy.
We are the sediment, the layers beneath.
You are the topsoil, the good stuff--
working, toiling.
This is your time
because achievement does not frighten you.
You know, we have an expression about pulling yourself up by your bootstraps.
And I think the closest thing you guys have to it is,
here I go...
Am I right?
"He who wants fish has to get his ass wet."
My friends, as long as you're willing to get yours wet,
I will get mine wet right along with you.
Thank you.
Mr. Mayor, when you speak we listen.
Thanks for doing that.
Maybe I'll stay at the house tonight.
You do what you want, Tom.
- Frank, you got your Sox cap? - Yup.
Hand it over, will you?
And pull over, please.
Fellas, I'm gonna need the car. Give me the coat.
Thanks, Pat. You can pick this up later at the house.
Kitty.
What's your real name?
That is my real name.
Wait five minutes.
- Hello? - Yeah, I got this number from Ezra Stone.
- You know how this works? - No.
You tell me what you need, I tell you when and where.
Come alone, turn off your phone.
Not standby, off.
- Is there a GPS in your car? - No.
All right, tell me what you need.
- Hello? - Dad.
- Emma. - You called me?
No no, I-- how are you?
- Wait. - What is it, Dad?
Listen, Emma, I'm sorry. I've got to call you back.
Five minutes. Can you give me a number?
The only one I have is at the church.
You know, I'm gonna call you back, Dad.
- No, Emma. - No, I'll call you.
Wait.
I said no phone.
Look, I'm sorry. Please.
Wait there.
Atamet. Exelon. Aloperidin.
You know who I am?
No.
It's all there.
Gifts from God
for the children of God.
The body of Christ. The body of Christ.
Hey, I missed you earlier.
I just wanted to thank you again for what you did for my uncle.
Um, thank you for coming.
Oh, no problem.
- Good night. - Thank you for coming.
Fellas.
Thanks.
Emma?
- It's Stone. - Yup.
The ordinance, we're still four yeas shy of a majority.
Who's holding out?
Ross and his gang of six,
the South Side nine,
the entire googoo bloc--
Carmona, Brown, Sallstrom,
Dasgupta, Riche, Solomou.
None of them can afford to vote no
so they're all sweating it out hoping someone else cracks first.
It's a fun little game of chicken they're playing in there.
All city waste management operators have already been warned.
Starting in the morning nothing's getting picked up.
Looks like we'll have a fight on this one.
So be it.
Yeah. You got what you were looking for?
Yes.
Thanks.
- Good night, Stoney. - Boss.
- You're awake. - Yeah.
- We need a plumber. - Okay.
The garbage disposal, it's broken.
All right.
I'll get someone at the office to send someone.
Thank you.
Meredith?
Tom.
Good night.
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