(PANTING) - I need you to look at me, Jack.
Talk to me, okay?
Put the whiskey down, Jack. Okay?
(PANTING HEAVILY)
Okay, Jack?
(GLASS BREAKING)
(SOBBING) Okay.
You need to straighten up, Jack. Lock the door.
It's gonna be okay, Jack.
Just tell me exactly what happened.
- Y'know, you're not a real cop.
You're just a whore.
(OPERA PLAYING LOUDLY)
- We're gonna go for a walk and get some fresh air.
It'll make you feel better, okay? Don't worry about that guy.
- I wanna help you, Jack.
But I have to know what happened; we don't have a lot of time.
I need you to talk to me, you understand?
- I'm done talkin' to you. Fuckin' whore. Fuck you!
- You're talking, but you're not making a lot of sense.
Clear his mind, Billy.
- No!!
(SCREAMING UNDERWATER)
- Okay.
- He went, um...
...downstairs to meet...
Todd Lancaster...
Called earlier and...
...he told Paul he was ready to...
to talk.
He said he was ashamed of himself
for helping us.
But he was, um...
...he was more ashamed of his father and...
he just wanted it to stop.
I think Paul lost track of time...
...'cause he looked at the clock and he, um...
...just ran downstairs.
That was the...
...the last time I saw him.
- Did you hear any voices outside?
An altercation, maybe?
- No.
Just the shots.
(SHIVERING)
I knew I c-couldn't go out there,
I knew I... couldn't call the police,
couldn't be seen here.
I knew everything I couldn't do.
Jack Valliant, candidate for mayor...
...couldn't do.
FAIRBANKS: You know what this means, Jack?
- Yeah, it means I let him lie out there.
It means I let him die alone.
- It means you can handle this.
Look at me, Jack.
You are gonna be the next mayor of New York City.
You've gotta handle this.
Now, you go get dressed,
find yourself a hat and a coat with a collar,
and we are gonna get you outta here real quiet.
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
Yeah.
Right.
You've gotta get him outta here.
I'm on my way.
- How involved are you?
- It's complicated.
You should give me a day to gather my bearings. We'll talk.
(INDISTINCT POLICE-RADIO CHATTER)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- What a fucking mess.
- A tragedy, sir.
- The press are gonna want heads to roll over this.
- I beg your pardon, sir?
- You know how it goes, Commissioner.
You either give 'em an arrest, or we give them a resignation.
- Then we'll have to give 'em an arrest.
RADIO: Tragedy in the West Village.
Paul Andrews, campaign manager for mayoral candidate Jack Valliant,
was found shot to death overnight outside his Jane St. apartment.
Police questioned witnesses well into the morning,
but no suspects have been detained.
Police Commissioner Carl Fairbanks, a personal friend of Andrews,
says the investigation will receive the department's highest priority.
We've got a report from the 10th St. Station...
- He was a better man than me.
He should've been mayor.
- You and Andrews, you were, uh...
together?
- There's this quote I remember. I don't know where I heard it.
I just always remember it.
Maybe something I read in undergrad.
"And it's just not popular, or safe...
...to say that I loved him."
(REPORTERS CLAMOURING) - Mr. Mayor,
have you spoken to Councilman Valliant? - I have.
I reached out to the councilman this morning.
I offered him not only my deepest condolences,
but also my personal assurance that we will do everything we can
to bring the perpetrators of this crime to justice.
(CLAMOURING) - Mr. Mayor, did you know Paul Andrews?
- I only met, uh, Mr. Andrews a few times.
He always struck me as a very genuine man,
a very hardworking man.
He loved this city, he loved the people.
He and my wife actually were, uh...
good friends.
So this definitely hits home.
(CLAMOURING) Thank you all. Thank you all very much.
-... what kind of man Paul Andrews was?
- Hang on a minute. - Well, he was...
the kind of man who loved and... and fought with his whole heart.
He was a dear friend to all of us,
the driving force behind the success of this campaign.
He'll be dearly missed. - This must be an extremely difficult time.
Have you considered suspending your campaign?
- No, absolutely not.
The debate will continue as scheduled tomorrow.
The, uh, election on Tuesday.
We refuse to allow some thug to prevent this city
from exercising its democratic rights. Thank you.
(CLAMOURING) (TV OFF)
- Paul Andrews definitely wasn't fucking the mayor's wife.
We're looking for a guy named Todd Lancaster.
Just find me what you can on him, and... Bolton Village;
dig up whatever you can on the sale.
- Okay. I'm on it.
Billy.
You know it's not your fault.
(SIGHING)
- Gotta go.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
MURDOCK: Sir, he just walked into Bolton Village.
Yes, sir.
CHILD: Daddy! (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
JANSEN: Drop the gun, Mikey! Drop the fucking gun!
TAVAREZ: I didn't fucking do nothin'! Yo, chill, man, what the fuck, man?!
TAGGART: It's okay, Mikey, we just wanna talk.
(SOFT, DRAMATIC MUSIC)
- Billy, hey.
Oh, Billy! Come in, come in. Hi! - Hola.
- Where is Natalia?
- Actually I came alone, Mrs. Barea.
She's just been really busy lately with the movie.
- Ah, yes, the movie.
(SIGHING) Natalia sa quita la ropa, como una puta.
Raul, mira quien es a qui. (LAUGHING)
- Como esta, Senor Barea? - Hi, Billy.
Good to see you. - You, too.
- How are you, man?
- Billy, quiere un café? - Uh, mucho gusto. Gracias.
- Okay. (RAUL SPEAKING SPANISH)
- Good to see you. (RAUL CHUCKLING)
- So...
what brings you back to the old neighbourhood, huh?
- Uh, that's a good question. I'm not really sure.
- Nostalgia can be hard to explain.
(CHUCKLING) - Yeah.
- Hey, is everything...
all right between you and my daughter?
- Yeah. - Yeah. Good.
- Why'd you stay here, Raul?
(SCOFFS) Wh-wh-where would we go?
- Anywhere. I never got it. Natalie never got it.
How could you just stay here?
- Oh, I-I-I-I could never leave my Yesenia behind.
- She's gone, Raul. - No, Billy, no, no, no.
She is here.
Look, I know how much you gave up that night.
But you... also gave us peace.
And you...
gave Yesenia justice.
Huh?
And I can't begin to tell you how much...
that means to me, and to my... my wife.
Gracias.
- So, Billy...
...have you seen this movie?
- Raise your arms.
- Kevin. Give us a few moments.
- Thank you for meeting me, Mrs. Hostetler. - What do you want, Mr. Taggart?
- I wanna know what's going on.
- Oh, you want to know what's going on? You couldn't care less the other night.
Paul Andrews was my friend, Mr. Taggart.
Do you understand that?
My very dear friend.
And if you weren't such a cut-rate dick,
maybe he would still be alive today.
But you are cut-rate.
You're cheap to hire and you're cheaper to throw away.
I gave you the opportunity to do the right thing and you refused.
- You're right. And I'm sorry about your friend, Mrs. Hostetler.
But your husband set me up.
And I'm gonna destroy him for it.
I need you to understand that and I need you to know
that I'll do whatever it takes to bring that sonofabitch down.
But first you have to tell me, what's going on?
- You weren't hired to look for my lover, Mr. Taggart.
You were looking for my source.
I discovered some information
about the mayor a while back.
If it was ever brought to light, it would ruin him.
I offered him a deal:
I get a divorce, a reasonable settlement,
he gets my silence.
- He didn't take the deal.
- No. He hired you.
It was Paul.
Paul gave me the information.
He thought by sharing it with me,
he would help me in my situation and I could help him
by looking into it from my side. - Looking into what?
- The Bolton Village sale.
Four-billion dollars is a helluva lot of money
for a few city blocks of housing projects, Mr. Taggart, wouldn't you say?
- Yeah. - It's worth twice that.
He's a dangerous man, Billy. - No.
He only knows people that kill people.
(PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING)
What do you got, Katy? - I got a hit on Todd Lancaster.
He works for his father Sam's construction and demolition company
called the Rochway Group. Sam...
is one of the mayor's biggest donors, which is interesting, 'cause the son, Todd,
is like besties with Paul Andrews. Or, uh, he was. Sorry.
Andrews was like an alumni mentor to Todd at Columbia. He took him under his wing,
and now they serve on a bunch of boards for all these, like, liberal organizations.
Anyway, I got a home address for Todd
out in Port Washington, but the office is out by the Navy Yards,
so maybe you wanna try there first.
But, um, Billy, just be careful, alright?
Paul Andrews was just murdered and...
I'm sure it's gonna be a shit storm out there.
- You're kidding me. You gotta be...
MAN: Get in here! (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey, look at me. (LONG BEEP)
You're a fucking idiot! - Stop fuckin' hitting me!
- You're the reason this is happening! (SHOUTING)
- Shit! (TIRES SQUEALING)
Shit.
(HORN HONKING)
Ah!!
(HONKING) Ah!!
(ENGINE STALLING) C'mon!
(GRUNTING) Ah, fuck.
Ah!! MAN: Watch out!
- Ah!!
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
- Hope you got insurance.
- Why? The other guy didn't leave his information?
- Nah, but we'll get him. - How you gonna manage that?
- Camera over there.
- How long it take you to get that footage? - Depends.
You got a powerful uncle?
- I might.
(RINGING) - Thank you for calling the Roosevelt Hotel.
- What'd you say? - The Roosevelt Hotel.
- Yeah, I'm looking for a Carl Fairbanks.
- I'm sorry, sir, but the Commissioner hasn't set up his voice mail.
May I take a message? - We done here?
- Yeah, we good.
- Found a little trouble tonight, huh, Billy?
- Yeah, you could call it that.
FAIRBANKS: Leave the bottle, Harry.
- Ah, you come here often? (FAIRBANKS SIGHING)
- You trying to get in my drawers, Billy? (CHUCKLING)
Huh?
What's next? You gonna ask me for my sign?
- I bet you're the one with two fuckin' faces.
- What, Gemini? Close, Billy, I'm the bull.
What about you?
- Cancer.
Roosevelt, huh?
Pretty choice address for a cop. Even if he is commissioner.
- I made some sound investments. - Oh, I bet you did.
Not to mention that place out on Montauk? Must've set you back a few mill at least.
What are you, the new Russell Simmons now? You doin' yoga and fucking white women?
- That's cute, Billy.
- Tell me something, Commissioner.
The First Lady, she upstairs right now?
- Be careful, Billy.
I know that's why you were so concerned about those pictures.
You were afraid you were in them.
That's why you took me upstairs, and not Jansen.
- What do you want? - I want Hostetler.
- Get in line.
- I almost had him tonight.
I had papers in my trunk,
a fuckin' boxful, all with mockups and renderings
of some New York skyline that doesn't exist right now,
but will as soon as they tear down Bolton Village.
Until some goons blind-sided me. - Yeah, we ID'ed him from his license plate.
- Who is he?
- Ex-homicide cop. Dick Murdock.
You know him? - Yeah, he works for Sam Lancaster.
- He might work for Sam Lancaster, but he's on Hostetler's payroll.
- Say again? - All that paperwork you got in your trunk,
not to diminish your new beauty mark, but it's fucking worthless.
Everyone knows Solstein Donagan's gonna tear down Bolton Village
as soon as the political dust settles.
A few even know they already hired the Rochway Group to do it.
- Really? So why is Paul Andrews dead if it was such an open secret?
- Well, he was about to figure out the rest. - What rest? What fuckin' rest?
Doesn't anybody in this town speak in complete fuckin' sentences anymore?
- Todd Lancaster was meeting with Andrews that night to bring him a contract.
Somebody didn't want that to happen.
Now, I myself almost secured the contract from Todd, but now he's not talking.
He's scared.
- Well, the contract is proof of the deal to tear down Bolton Village.
(FAIRBANKS SIGHING) - That's part of it.
Only Todd Lancaster knows the other part.
Harry.
Whatever he wants. On me. BARTENDER: Good night, Commissioner.
TAGGART: Good night, Commissioner.
MAN: Places, everyone.
We're live in five.
(BACKGROUND CHATTER)
- Good evening, New York.
And welcome to third and final New York City mayoral debate.
At this time, join me in welcoming our candidates:
Mayor Nicholas Hostetler and Councilman Jack Valliant.
(APPLAUSE)
- Hey. How much?
- Manual windows? - Yeah.
- That's how you got those masculine forearms.
- Where'd you think I got 'em, from stroking your ego?
Big booty: good. Big forearms: no good.
C'mon, let me drive. What the fuck?
- You're an asshole! - I didn't do it on purpose! Let me drive.
- Oh, my God! You ruined my car before you even started driving it.
- I apologize. - Where are we goin' again?
- Don't worry about it. Get in. - What do you think I'm doing?
- Whoa. Where'd you get these seat covers, the Gaza Strip?
- In a Valliant administration, we will be focusing on two key principals:
Shared responsibility and shared sacrifice.
For those of you who are fortunate enough to earn more than $200,000 a year,
we'll ask that you pay a little more in taxes.
For those of you who don't, well, we'll bring down the payroll tax.
It's responsible and it moves us forward
towards a balanced budget and a secure future.
(APPLAUSE)
- Mayor.
- I think it is laughable that my opponent
can be up here espousing fiscal responsibility
when it is a known fact he has never met a tax he didn't want to raise.
AUDIENCE: Ooh... - This coming from the man
whose policies landed us in a billion-dollar deficit.
- No, this is coming from the mayor
who got us out of it. - Yeah!
- By selling New Yorkers' homes out from underneath them.
By selling public housing
to a Wall Street equity firm.
I believe the residents of Bolton Village would have much preferred a tax increase
to an eviction notice. (APPLAUSE)
- I'm telling you this, Councilman: no matter where a New Yorker lives,
nobody wants a tax increase. (LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE)
- Nor do I.
And I believe it's time that you told the truth about the Bolton Village deal.
- Here's the truth: We have a $3 billion surplus.
Now, we can use that to put our people back to work.
(APPLAUSE) We can use that to bring tax relief to folks.
That's the truth. - No, that's not even close to the truth.
You made a sweetheart deal with Solstein Donagan to line
your own pockets. To buy your way
out of a deficit that your broken policies created in the first place.
The truth of the matter is,
you continue to lie to the good people of this city about their intentions.
Solstein Donagan did not buy Bolton Village to get into the landlord business.
Solstein Donagan bought Bolton Village to get into the skyline business.
Pure and simple. - Peter, I believe we've gone
into the area of slander. - Solstein Donagan, in their 50-year history,
has never bought a property intended for residential use,
and I highly doubt they intend to start now.
- I don't how much clearer I can make it for you.
To the people of Bolton Village,
there's only one reason I got into this deal.
Because I want better for you.
There is a new day dawning
in Bolton Village. And if Solstein Donagan,
if they step out of line, if they don't fulfill their promises,
then I will smack them back into shape.
(LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE) That is my oath.
- Well, unfortunately for you, Mayor, we're all well aware
what that oath has been worth. - The fact remains,
the debt is gone.
- There are other ways to move us toward solvency...
- Name one. - ... Besides larceny.
I'll tell you
what I would've done. First, I would've done something my opponent
clearly feels is beneath him and that is to seek
the counsel of my betters on this crucial issue.
I would've convened a panel of respected economists to help us solve this.
- Respected economists to have an in-depth look...
We all know about that panel, Councilman. - Legality and...
- That's the same panel that put us into default in the '80s.
New Yorkers need more than a panel, son, they want solutions.
- New Yorkers want... - There is only one person up on this stage
in the business of providing solutions.
The other one up here is in the business
of saying how dire the situation is... - Is this a debate,
or are we being treated to a Nick Hostetler soliloquy?
The issue is dire.
Because you and your cronies have rigged the game.
And honest, hardworking New Yorkers recognize that nothing will change.
Nothing will ever change if we continue to elect men like this.
- Tell me things have not changed!
When I was elected mayor,
this was a broken city. Broken.
Step by step, I've been getting it fixed.
Bolton Village is just another one of those steps.
Tell me things haven't changed.
I just stood before you all and told you we have a $3 billion surplus...
- Mayor... - Tell me things haven't changed.
No other mayor in the history of this great city
has been able to stand in front of the people and tell them that!
When you step out of your house, in the morning, with your children,
you take 'em to the parks of the five boroughs, d'you feel safe?
Yes, you do,
'cause I get your letters and I know you do.
That's us, working together, getting it fixed.
Tell me things haven't changed.
WOMAN: Yeah! MAN: That's right, Mayor!
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
- Councilman Valliant, the original question still remains.
What would you have done to reverse the debt?
- Tha... - Don't worry about it, Councilman!
Nicky fixed it. (LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE)
(CHEERING)
- Two honks for trouble. Got it.
- Lean your seat back all the way, okay? - Okay.
- I'll be right back.
You know who I am? - No!
- 'Cause I know who you are, Todd. I know what you are,
you piece of shit! - What? Watch it! Ah!
- You set up Andrews to die! - No. No.
- You set him up! You arranged that meeting,
and you lured him out! - No, I didn't.
- You let him walk into an ambush. - No, I didn't kill him!
- You want to fuckin' play games with me?! Shut your fuckin' mouth!
You're a fucking liar. You're a liar. - I didn't kill him.
- Ah... Ah... Ah, no. - You wanna lie to me?
(GUN COCKING) - I'm not lying.
He was my friend. - What?!
- He was my friend!! - Get up!
Now!
What are you saying? Tell me what the fuck is going on!
- Please stop hitting me!
(SOBBING) I didn't know!
I was just there to give him something!
I-I was down on the corner and I was waiting for him,
and I saw him coming down the stairs
and I waved, okay?
I was gonna give him something to help Valliant win!
To help Valliant bring down that sonofabitch Hostetler!
- That doesn't make any sense, Todd. Hostetler's your father's friend.
- Fuck my father!!
I had the contract in my hand.
And... Paul, he saw me waving
and he smiled.
(SOBBING)
Murdock, he must've followed me in his car. And then he got out,
he shot him, man! He shot him in the fucking head!
And then he showed up to work the next day like nothing had happened.
- Todd, it's alright. Look at me. Look at me. Calm down, okay?
Where's that contract?
- Take it.
I don't want it anymore.
- Are you sure you're ready to do this to your father?
- Yeah. (SIGHING)
(HORN HONKING) - Shit.
Get upstairs. Go!
(GUNSHOT) That was an accident.
It's Taggart, alright? Just calm down. - Motherfucking fuck! Fuck!
(ROARING) - Ah!
(MUFFLED GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
You okay?
- Yeah.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm alright. (ENGINE STARTING)
You got those reporters' email addresses? - Yep.
Billy, you sure about this?
- If you don't hear from me in two hours, you send that email okay?
- Okay.
- Thanks for being there, Katy.
- Every time.
WOMAN: Good evening. May I help you? - Yeah, tell the mayor it's Billy Taggart.
- One moment, please.
(GATE OPENING)
Mr. Mayor.
- Billy.
What a nice surprise.
Thank you, Valerie.
VCR. I haven't used one in years.
Take your coat? - No, I'm good.
- I have to say, Billy, you're looking a little worse for wear.
- I got into a bit of a thing.
- Well, I'm glad you made it out.
Drink? - Yeah, make it a double.
- Atta boy, Billy.
Alright.
So...
...how did Fitzgerald say it?
"To the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us."
Cheers.
I don't even know what that means. - Me neither.
(MAYOR CHUCKLING) - What can I do for you, Billy?
- I wanna know why you hired me.
- Stick with the adultery narrative.
It's sexier.
- Yeah, lies are always sexier.
Unfortunately, I've had enough this week to last me a lifetime,
so why don't you just tell me the fuckin' truth?
- The truth is...
I hired you...
...to investigate my wife.
- Investigate her for what?
- For not minding her own business, is for what.
For having a big mouth, is for what.
For asking too many questions, is for what.
You better be careful following her example, Billy.
I might have to hire someone to investigate you.
- Who you gonna have do that? Your boy Murdock?
I don't think he's available for the job.
- I hope he didn't suffer. - No more than Andrews did.
- Damn shame what happened to that man. - So tell me this, then, Mayor.
Did you really think I'd let you turn me into an accessory to murder? For $50,000?
What, d'you think I wouldn't ask any questions?
Or d'you think I wouldn't get any answers?
- What answers you got, Billy? - Oh, I know Andrews
was about to link you to Bolton Village. That's the reason you got rid of him.
- No, sir. Not me. - Not you.
The man you hired. Murdock.
- Try getting that testimony.
- Yeah. You're good, Mayor. I give you that.
You got it all worked out, huh?
The denial about Bolton Village.
The discount to Solstein Donagan. The new big contract
to the Rochway Group. Nobody can do a goddamn thing about it, huh?
'Cause anybody that could is either dead or you bought 'em.
I'm fuckin' impressed, Mayor. You're good.
- Perhaps that's why the people keep electing me, Billy.
Because I simply get the job done.
- So all this, it was all for the city?
- Everything I do is for this great city.
- The city doesn't own 50% of Rochway Group, Mayor.
You do.
Look what I got.
- What you got in your hand?
- It's your fuckin' jugular, Mayor.
Fifty percent of $4 billion is a lot of fucking money.
So here's how this works. I got an email in my outbox
with a scanned copy of that Rochway contract attached to it.
I click one button and 100 different newsmen
are gonna read your name alongside Sam Lancaster's
in black and white.
Don't worry Mayor, I got the original nice and safe.
You resign, you step down, I'll keep my mouth shut.
Those emails'll never see the light of day.
But that Bolton Village deal... is dead.
Now you wanna tear down 100 other projects as a civilian, so be it.
But Bolton Village is gonna stand and you're gonna walk away.
That's the deal, Mayor. I suggest you take it.
- Counteroffer. - No need.
I got nothing left for you to threaten.
- I want the originals, I want all the copies,
and I want your case file.
By... 9 a.m. tomorrow.
- You're done, motherfucker.
You are done. - You ever spend a goddamned minute
thinking why I chose you, Taggart?
And I did choose you.
I chose you.
Because I own you.
Now, you'll gonna have to excuse the quality of the videotape.
It was shot on one of those camcorders they used to sell you hot,
40 bucks on 8th Avenue.
But I think you're about to see the big picture.
- Hey, yo!
First off, let me say welcome.
Welcome to Bolton Village. - What the fuck is this?
- Ah, what's your name, fool?
- They call me Alex, but you can call me... - What the fuck is this?!
- ... EI Guapo! - EI Stupid.
Yo, we just coolin' out, me and my man David on the camcorder.
- Hell, yes, the boy David.
Hello. (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
- No, no, wait. I got a pocketful of cash,
and we looking to have some fun tonight. So we gonna hit up the usual spots,
maybe get into something unusual. - Hell yeah.
TAGGART: Drop the gun, Mikey! Drop the fucking gun!
ALEX: What the fuck?! - Drop the fucking gun!
MIKEY: Yo, chill, man! What the fuck? - Mikey, we just wanna talk.
(PANTING)
(GUNSHOT)
Drop the fucking gun. - Man, what the fuck, man?
- It's okay, Mikey. We just wanna talk.
- Oh, shit, man! C'mon, get the fuck outta here!
(SIRENS WAILING)
Oh, shit, man! C'mon, get the fuck out of here!
- How's your memory now, Billy?
Now, there's something that your average citizen...
...just wouldn't understand.
But I do.
You see, we...
we take because we can.
We take...
...because it feels good.
The only difference between you and I...
...is that you've gone and done it on videotape.
Like I was saying, I want the original,
all the copies and the case file, by the morning.
You can have this copy.
I transferred it to disk... seven years ago.
- Nat?
- We take... because it feels good.
The only difference between you and I
is that you've gone and done it on videotape.
Like I was saying, I want the original,
all the copies and the case file, by the morning.
You can have this copy.
I transferred it to disk... seven years ago.
- He'll ruin you if you do this. You know that, Billy.
- Use it.
- There's no statute of limitations on murder.
If I go with this, I gotta go with the whole thing.
Can't cut it down to protect you. - Not asking you to.
- You sure?
- Time to square the debt.
WOMAN: He was very charming, indeed, yes.
- Ahem. Ladies and gentlemen,
unaccustomed as I am to public speaking, I know you, Sam, you like a debate.
How did you enjoy that one? - Masterful.
(MAYOR CHUCKLING) - Thank you very, very much.
Uh, firstly, I'd like to thank you all for coming.
This is a room full of my wife and I's very, very good friends, so thank you.
A man much smarter than me once said that politics...
is the art of the possible.
Now, this afternoon, Jack Valliant was ordering stationery.
Tonight, he's looking for the number of the bus that hit him.
He fought a good fight, but he was boxing shadows.
He was like Roberto Duran out there. "No mas, Nicky, no mas.
Don't hit me no more." - Mr. Mayor. He says it's urgent.
- Thank... I'll deal with this. I... I apol... Don't go anywhere.
I have a lot of people to thank.
Yes. - It's me.
- Billy. I didn't think you'd call me so soon.
- Look out your window now, Mayor. It's your future.
- I think your ride's here, Nick.
- Nicholas Hostetler, you're under arrest for the murder of Paul Andrews.
MAN: What? (MURMURINGS)
- You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law. - Will be used against you, Carl.
- You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one, one will be provided to you.
- Attorneys? They'll be pulling your dental records once I'm done with you.
- Do you understand these rights
as I have described them to you? - I understand you're suicidal.
You may have forgotten how you got your job; I have not.
Do you really think a jury of my peers in New York City will convict me?
- I'm just the handcuffs guy.
(CROWD MURMURING)
- Don't wait up, dear. - Have I ever?
- I guess we both misjudged Billy, Mayor.
Then again, you misjudged the lot of us.
You thought Billy would roll over,
you thought Andrews was sleeping with your wife.
You thought I wasn't.
- Mr. Mayor! (REPORTERS CLAMOURING)
Why did you do it? (CLAMOURING)
What does this mean for the election?!
(DISTANT SIRENS)
- Councilman, New Yorkers have been put through quite an ordeal these last few days,
beginning with the murder of Paul Andrews, your campaign manager,
and culminating last night with the arrest
of Mayor Hostetler in connection with that crime.
What do you have to say to New Yorkers
who quite frankly have lost faith in their government?
- Well, days like these can definitely shake your faith...
- Rachel, you stayin' out of trouble? - Hey... Trying.
- Yeah, I know it.
Whatever he's drinking.
Tomorrow's the big day, huh, Billy?
VALLIANT:... believed that whenever there's a sliver of a choice...
- Looks like our guy's a lock.
To Jack Valliant.
A good man. - ... We need every ounce
that we can muster to repair the damage that's been done.
- I, uh... I got you... this.
- What is it? - What does it look like? It's a phone card.
- Thank you.
- Every time, Billy.
- It's okay, Katy. I'll be home real soon.
- I'll be here.
- C'mon, Billy.
We'll take the long way.
(MUSIC)