Boss

It's an acute acceleration of the disease.

Muscle rigidity, whole-body tremors.

It's progressing.

I saw Emma.

How is she? - Angry.

It's called Lewy body.

He has three to five years.

You need to do something.

Don't you fucking dare to judge my actions.

If you don't get her out, I swear...

You'll do what?

Walsh is getting traction with this anti-felon thing.

Apparently she's raised over three million this quarter.

So I'm sure you've seen the polls.

This race is a lot tighter than anyone expected and old Kane is MIA

in his support.

This is my advice to you.

Eat shit.

Hey, it's me.

I need you. Call me.

Why did you come home, Kitty?

You said I could go after Kane at will.

This isn't about the Mayor.

The vote is scheduled for tomorrow.

- Which? - Lennox Gardens.

This isn't one we can lose.

I'm sure you're feeling the loss of both Ezra and Kitty.

But you can't do it alone.

Mona Fredricks has locked in the majority of the Black Caucus.

We could postpone the vote, give ourselves enough time...

What part of "I don't want to postpone the fucking vote"

do you not understand?

Alderman Ross.

Mona Fredricks. I vote nay.

This is bullshit, son of a bitch!

The vote is suspended!

Ladies and gentlemen, Tom Kane.

This airport expansion was necessary 22 years ago.

Thank you. God bless you.

Get me an ambulance now!

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Get an ambulance!

Get him up!

Get me an ambulance now!

Get him off the stage!

Get these people back!

Sir, sir, let's go.

Clear the way, people.

At 4:38 this afternoon,

in the final minutes of the O'Hare expansion groundbreaking ceremony,

an assassination attempt was made

after Mayor Kane's remarks at the celebration.

Three shots were fired from a significant distance,

one of which struck the Mayor's wife, Meredith Kane, in the chest.

Mrs. Kane was immediately rushed to the hospital,

where she remains in surgery for life-threatening wounds.

The Mayor himself, though unharmed,

is greatly shaken by the unimaginable tragedy.

He is currently at the hospital with his wife, in close contact with doctors,

where he will remain in hopes of a successful recovery.

Now, according to the paramedics' report,

Mrs. Kane suffered a punctured right lung,

with heavy blood loss due to the entrance and exit wounds.

She remains in critical condition,

likely will be in surgery throughout the night.

The Mayor and his family ask

that their privacy be respected during this difficult time.

Thank you.

One at a time. One at a time.

The shooter's not been caught.

The Chicago Police Department is pursuing any and all leads as we speak.

Now, as for the target, we have every reason to believe that it was Mayor Kane,

not his wife, but this, too, is under investigation.

Who's in charge of City Hall this week if the Mayor's absence persists?

The City Council has measures in place to keep the government running

in a calm and orderly fashion.

As Chairman of the Operations Committee,

I can assure you that Chicago will not succumb to the fears

that this heinous crime hopes to inspire.

The Kane family is in our prayers.

The will to stand down a panic is in our hearts.

Thank you.

I'm happy to offer a mild sedative if that would help.

I'm fine.

Boss?

I've arranged for a private room to function as an office.

Don't call me that.

Unless I am unaware that this is more than just a temporary arrangement.

Yes, sir.

The room is ready.

You gonna show me the way?

- Evening, George. - Ms. O'Neil.

- Was wondering where you been. - Vacation.

How's the Mayor?

He's okay....

I must have dropped my pass in all the pandemonium.

- Can I just go up? - Go right ahead.

Send my best to the big man, you hear?

Yeah.

Kitty.

I tried texting you.

Yeah, it's been a whirlwind.

I just wanted to know if anything was needed.

Do you have the alarm code to Kane's house to get him a change of clothes?

That's not my department.

Any leads on who might have done this?

Look, Kitty, you know I can't keep you in the loop.

Has there been a replacement?

For the moment,

some new kid from Driscoll's office,

to help with the transition. Ian Todd.

Can I ask you a question?

Were you fired or did you quit?

I don't know.

Both, I think.

... Fuck this thing.

Give it to me on paper, so I can mark it up with this thing.

- Yeah. - Remember these? And quickly.

We have three hours to lock for print.

Sam, Baine on one. He doesn't want to wait.

That's tough shit. Five minutes tops.

We're updating online in ten. Now or never if you want changes made.

Okay, make that ten, Chuck.

Moretti called, asking for a prelim for tomorrow's front page.

You can reach him on his cell.

Meredith Kane photos from publicity.

And Sports wanna know, are we still running

with tomorrow's front-page story on the Bulls?

Yeah, probably not.

Copy's asking for your editorial.

We're three hours to lock for print.

- Yeah, no shit, we are. - By the way, you were there.

- Can you verify a few eyewitnesses? - I wasn't there.

- Tick-took, Sam. - You weren't?

I know. Yes, I was.

Just stop. Everybody stop moving.

Look, there are two tasks that trump all others at the moment.

What does Detective Galvez at CPD know,

and what does State's Attorney Doyle know?

Somebody please get back to me. Thank you.

- Yeah. - No news on Mrs. Kane yet,

but it seems that Dr. Harris you were onto didn't disappear after all.

- What? - By the looks of it,

a recent addition to the hospital directory.

I'm sending you a picture right now.

You find out what time she works tomorrow and get back to me, okay?

Fuck.

Detective Galvez and his team have determined the locus of the shooter,

- but that's it for now. - Where was he?

In an outlying building, about 700 yards away,

well outside the perimeter of security.

Not an amateur.

Not by any stretch.

- I'll keep you posted. - Thanks.

And for the mash, too.

So...

I'll let you know if I need anything.

Yeah.

State's Attorney Doyle just called.

What are you doing here?

I thought we'd review tomorrow's City Hall schedule,

figure out what to cancel.

No,

what are you doing here?

How, where, who, et cetera?

And don't simply remind me that you're on loan from some other office,

because a kid with your inexperience doesn't land a position like this

unless he's fucking somebody,

hard,

in either sense of the word.

Well, um...

Where do I start?

My first job at 13, so my single mom could go to college before I did?

My stint at Second City, not because I was all that funny,

but terrified of public speaking and determined to overcome it?

There was a girl to blame for my "Getting Out the Vote" just to get laid.

So, yes,

I've done some fucking along the way,

in both senses of the word.

But

at the end of the day,

I think I'm here 'cause it was meant to be.

It's a draft of your statement to the press later tonight.

I hate the Oxford comma, incidentally. Pet peeve.

I presume you know what that is.

Mental note. I'm indifferent myself, but you won't see one again.

Suddenly why do I find myself missing Kitty?

She's staying at her parents' house in Winnetka,

1117 Edgewood Lane.

I thought you might want to know that at some point.

And Emma?

I presume you know where she is, too?

- Yes, sir. - Then why haven't you arranged

for her to be here, on furlough to the hospital,

in case her mother doesn't make it through the night?

Right away.

Comb through this for Oxford commas, will you?

What's an Oxford comma?

Did you really just ask me that?

Fuck if I know.