Boss

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?