Boss (2011–2012): Season 2, Episode 2 - Through and Through - full transcript

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?

Well she's getting traction
with this anti-felon thing.

Apparently she's raised
over 3 million this quarter.

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

This race is a lot tighter
than anyone expected.

And old Kane's MIA
in his support.

This is my advice
to you.

Eat shit.

Hey, it's me.
I need you. Call me.

Why'd 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 to make sure--

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 and God bless you.

Get me an ambulance now!

Boss 2x02: "Through and Through"
Original air date on August 24, 2012

♪ Satan, your kingdom
must come down ♪

♪ Satan, your kingdom
must come down ♪

♪ I heard the voice
of Jesus Christ ♪

♪ Satan, your kingdom
must come down. ♪

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
at 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,

and 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.

Uh, 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,

uh, to help
with the transition.

Ian Todd.

Can I ask a question?

Were you fired
or did you quit?

I don't know.

Both, I think.

Ahh! Aw, 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.

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.

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

I know. Yes, I was.

Just stop.
Everybody stop moving.

...is in critical,
but stable condition,

normal
after such an operation.

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 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.

Here.

You find out what time
she works tomorrow

and get back to me, okay?

Fuck.

Detective Galvez
and his team

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.

Go.

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.

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.

I just heard tomorrow's vote
on Lennox Gardens

is still on the books.

You mean that Kane might
actually be more concerned

about his wife than
his next big power grab?

Whatever the reason,
this is our chance.

The Spirit does
move in mysterious ways.

We will have to contend
with sympathy votes

that may sway
in Kane's favor

in the wake of tragedy.

Then we'll just have to
sway them in our favor...

by any means necessary.

How so?

See what funds there are upstairs
for a paint job in here.

- Sorry?
- You heard me, girl.

It's about time we breathed
some new life into this place.

I think we have
to be careful with this.

Kane explicitly forbade you

from speaking to press
at the ceremony,

and to lap up the attention

that this photo will bring
might look to him,

and perhaps
the public, too,

like you're
exploiting tragedy.

This is a gift from the gods, Rick.

We'd be crazy not to squeeze it
for all it's worth.

This is what,
five hours ago?

I mean, I'm still
trying to make sense

of the fact
that it even happened.

Exactly.

You're not ready.
That's why we wait.

Look,
the photo's gone viral.

The buzz will do its own work
for the time being.

We play hard-to-get
with CNN and friends,

you come out looking
all the more honorable.

Those phones
are ringing now.

We wait, they stop,

and before we know it,
this is yesterday's news.

Now is the moment,

not after some polite passage
of time.

And by the way,
Kane hasn't given us

the time of day
in nearly two weeks,

except to essentially
put a gag in Ben's mouth

at the O'Hare ceremony.

Look, this thing's a winner,

there's no doubt about that,
but I don't know.

You're both right.

It could look exploitative
on one hand,

and it's now or never
on the other.

The public will eat this
up, as they should.

On the Kane front,

we cover ourselves with a
visit to the hospital.

Good intentions preempt any
apparent designs on publicity.

Not that we don't milk the press
gauntlet as long as we're there.

I don't know.

Ben?

It's late, Rick.

Why don't we sleep on it
and get back to you tomorrow.

Ben.

You did a heroic thing.

Own it.

I suggest you
answer that.

Please.

These are nothing.
These--

It's all right.

I'm here.

Everything's going to be fine.

Should she
be given last rites...

if necessary?

She never expressed her own
wishes one way or another?

A rare omission

for a woman who always
made her wishes known.

She was more of a "my will" than
a "Thy will" kind of person.

Is more of one, rather.

I don't know,

maybe it doesn't make
a difference either way.

God will not be mocked.

Nor will He be denied
a child who returns to Him,

however late in the game.

How about I say a prayer?

Sure.

Do you need
anything else beforehand?

Yeah.

For all of this
to just be a bad dream.

Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!

Mr. Mayor, here!

Just a couple
of questions, please, sir.

I'm afraid there's
little I can say...

that you don't already know
about this tragic event,

not only in my life,
but in the life of Chicago.

An occasion
for celebration was...

turned into one of terror

when a bullet
clearly intended for me

hit my wife instead.

Meredith...

She was there at my side,
as she has always been,

and for that, she has paid
a terrible, unimaginable price.

Suffice it to say, I couldn't
have done this job without her.

Hopefully, I...
I won't have to.

I can't remember...

the last time
I had to do this. Uh...

Forgive me.

Too many thank yous
are in order,

from the paramedics and surgeons
now operating on Meredith,

to anyone and everyone hoping
or praying on her behalf.

So let me say
to one and all, thank you,

and let me assure you that
the shooter will be found...

and will be punished.

Good night.

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
at 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,

and the will to stand down
a panic is in our hearts.

Ah!

Sir, is everything okay?

No, God damn it,
everything is not okay!

I'm just tired,
that's all.

Please, forgive
the disturbance.

Good night.

Excuse me. I wanted to leave
a note for Mayor Kane.

You are?

Kitty O'Neil.
I used to work for him.

I'm not asking to see him.

I just want
to leave him a note.

I'll see to that
if you like.

Kitty O'Neil,
my esteemed predecessor.

Ian Todd.

I'm sorry.
I'm either blanking,

or I've
never heard of you.

I'd be happy to give
the Mayor your message,

but unscheduled visitors
really aren't allowed

on the floor at this time.

Just let him know
I stopped by.

Sir, I just
wanted to say that..

No, no, I'm not going.
I'm not going.

Well, you can tell
the Warden that.

Well, fuck the Warden
and fuck you. Ow!

Ow!
You're hurting me.

Oh yeah? How about now?

I don't care if you're
the Mayor's daughter.

I don't care if your
mom is at death's door

or you don't
want to see her.

Right now, I care about you
letting me do my job.

Tom?

Meredith.

Meredith!

Meredith!

Meredith!

The ballistic trauma caused a severe
pulmonary laceration in her right lung,

as well as ruptures to a major
blood vessel in the thorax.

After several attempts
to drain fluid

and repair
the collapsed right lung,

she underwent a partial pneumonectomy
in which half of it was removed.

But you're telling me
she's alive.

Indeed.

Just that we're keeping
a close eye on her,

as complications
can arise at any moment.

Is it possible to live a normal
life with half a lung missing?

For the most part, yes.

Significant physical therapy will
be required in the short term,

and she probably won't be climbing
any mountains in the long term.

She prefers
the metaphorical kind anyway.

Hmm.

Thank you, doctor.

When can I see her?

Not for several hours,

given the anesthesia
and surgical impact.

This would be
the time for a shower

and change of clothes.

Maybe I could
just have one quick look.

Back so soon?

This is
a staff parking lot.

You're not allowed
to be here.

You want to get the guy
at the gate fired,

that's your call.

Am I imagining things,

or did you call me two weeks
ago from Arizona to talk,

only to fall off the map
again the very next day,

and then lo and behold,
show up in Chicago

like nothing
ever happened.

I was on sabbatical.

And don't you have more important
matters at the moment?

Hey, you called me.

We planned to talk,
and I called you back,

repeatedly.

Sabbatical or exile,
Dr. Harris?

And what suddenly
brought it to an end?

You'd like
to know why I called?

Why I ever saw Kane
in the first place?

I most certainly do.

As would his nearly
3 million constituents.

I am treating someone else
the Mayor cares about deeply.

That's all
I'm prepared to say.

That's funny,
because Mrs. Kane told me

that you were treating
her husband for migraines.

Then maybe you should
go to intensive care

and call bullshit
on her, too.

I hear she's out of surgery.

I was just telling them that
you weren't seeing anyone.

It's okay.

Long as we're not talking
about the campaign.

No, sir.

Good news about Meredith.

Vigilance continues,
but, yes, it is.

Listen we don't want
to take up any of your time,

but we just
couldn't stay away.

If there's anything you need,
anything at all,

we'll let you know.

I mean, uh, we just wanted
to let you know...

Anything.

Anytime.

Okay. We'll leave you be.

Yeah. Thanks for coming.

That was Babe McGantry
calling again.

Next.

Spoke with the warden's
office at Cook County Jail.

Emma
resisted the furlough.

The Warden said sedation was
an option if you insisted.

No. Call the car.

Where to?

Home.

Got to get
a change of clothes.

I can do that
if you'd like.

Listen to me
the first time.

The Lennox Gardens vote
is on,

I wanted to make sure you still
count for a solid "no."

It ain't the greatest day

to take a stand against
the Mayor, you know?

He can have
our sympathy, Reginald.

But he cannot
have unchecked power

against the Chicago
Housing Authority.

I hear you talking,
believe me.

That's why I was
no the other day.

But, man, something heartless
this time around.

In you or in him?

Time is money, Reginald,

and knowing you have

less of the latter
than meets the eye,

would a promissory note toward
your re-election campaign

help our cause here?

25,000?

Mrs. Zajac, would
you say it's an exaggeration

that your husband
responded like a hero

at the scene
of the shooting?

Uh, Ben responded
the only way he knows how.

If that makes him a hero,

I wouldn't know
the difference.

Listen, today we are
the hero, all of Chicago.

Despite such a dark hour,

I am confident that we will all
forge on together as one.

$25,000?

Last I checked, your PAC didn't
have even half of that in it

for your own re-election,
let alone someone else's.

You're telling me
you're not aware

of other sources
of revenue

after how long you've
been working for me?

Interesting time

to break the "Don't ask, don't
tell" policy around here.

What's our Plan B if the vote
doesn't go our way?

It's going our way!

If I have to buy a vote
or two to make it so,

then welcome to Chicago.

But over my dead body

will the Gardens
be torn down

by this cracker-ass
fascist in suspenders

after all the shit he's
pulled right under our eyes.

Better yet, over
his wife's dead body,

if only she hadn't made it
through the night.

What in God's name
happened to you?

Did Kane have anything to do
with you checking out?

Stand up.

Excuse me?

Stand up. Now.

You're not standing here
but for my generosity,

when I threw you a bone
and showed you the ropes.

I don't recall
it being so cliché.

What, you got a taste
of power the other day,

voting proxy in my place?

Don't let it
go to your head.

I'm afraid this is
the way it's going to be.

As much as you can't fill
the hole you've created.

Mr. Mayor.

Right.

Security
and everything.

Do you want me
to turn the air on?

I'm fine.

That shooter might
have missed you, boss...

and so do I.

Today we vote
for the future of Chicago.

Yes, Lennox Gardens
is my house,

so I do have
a vested interest.

But the Chicago Housing
Authority

is in all our purview,

not the Mayor's alone,

and in this, we should
all have a vested interest.

Some might accuse me
of playing the race card.

So be it.

Better that than to fold
at a table like this,

stacked as it is
in one man's favor.

I know this is a hard day
to take a stand

against a man who's been
through something so horrific.

Let it be a stand against
the principle instead

of unprecedented autocracy
in the public sphere.

Mayor Kane
can have our sympathy,

and he certainly does.

But he cannot have
such unchecked power

as he alone sees fit.

Is that the Mayor?

Thought
I taught you a lesson.

You have no idea
how good it is to see you.

I appreciate the sympathy
expressed by Alderman Ross.

And I understand the concern.

But I beg to differ

on the principle
in question here today.

You know, if the last 24 hours
has taught me anything,

it's never too late
for change...

until it's too late.

That is the principle
in question today--

change.

Whether we have
the wherewithal to make it.

For on my watch, as a young
mayor at Lennox Gardens...

mistakes were made.

Administrative blunders,
bureaucratic mishaps,

and the city has paid
a price ever since.

Now, I may have had more hair
and less girth back then...

and I had
neither the foresight

nor the fortitude
to know what I know now.

Nothing is irreversible.

Nothing is irreparable,

except a willing capitulation

to the status quo.

I, too, have a vested interest
in Lennox Gardens,

because life offers
nothing so precious...

as a second chance.

If anyone would care
to take a stand

against the principle
of that,

please, be my guest.

Then...

motion to vote.

Hear, hear.

Hear, hear.

Good job.

Well done.

You spent so much time
playing by the book,

you didn't even think
to put a tail on him.

There's a community there,

not just a record of administrative
blunders and bureaucratic mishaps.

That's all been taken
into account.

Not if their only options are
relocation to the outskirts

or high-end condos they can't
afford in the new development.

You want
to fix past mistakes?

Give those who need it most
something to come back to,

something affordable
and safe.

I almost hear
an "or else" in there.

Or else they take
the problems with them.

For all the horror
of the past 24 hours,

that's commonplace
at Lennox Gardens.

It won't go away with
an architectural facelift.

Did you just use my wife
for political purposes?

Didn't you just do the same?

If you want to make sure this
project turns out right,

perhaps you should come work for
me to ensure a better outcome.

What?

I need to fill the vacancy
left by Ezra Stone,

and you need to part ways
with Alderman Ross.

No?

Admit it.

The only thing he wants to
keep intact at Lennox Gardens

is the dirty pipeline
of money and votes.

You stay where you are,
imagining change,

or decamp
and make it happen.

How do I know this isn't you
taking home a trophy

on top of winning the vote?

Only one way to find out.

The offer expires as soon
as I walk out the door.

- Always a pleasure.
- Congratulations.

I'm in.

So we meet again.

We do.

I thought I was as good as dead
to you at the cemetery.

That's a bad joke.
I'm glad you called.

Could I start you
off with a cocktail?

Uh, cabernet, please.

Actually,
Diet Coke's fine.

I drove, so...

Now you're
making me look bad.

I'll have a, um,
Jameson's on the rocks.

Thank you.

So?

So?

We can talk
off the record, I hope?

Yeah, by all means.

The shooting.

You know anything that
isn't on the front page?

You could try asking the lead
detective or State's Attorney,

but they'll barely give me
the time of the day, so...

Well, that's 'cause Galvez
is completely useless,

and Doyle
cannot be trusted.

My turn?

Yes.

What the hell
happened with you?

Wow, subtle.

Mayor Kane's
left-hand woman,

one of the sharper minds
in town,

I'm not going to waste
your time being coy.

Look, you don't
get fired or quit

unless some major shit
goes down.

I can't talk about it.

For now.

Do you know anything about Kane
seeing a Dr. Ella Harris?

What do you mean,
romantically?

Neurologically.

I don't understand.

What are you--
Are you saying he's sick?

Or has migraines
or a sick loved one.

Depends on who you ask.

Wait a minute.
Back up a second.

You're telling me
that you know for a fact

that Kane has been seeing
a neurologist?

Maybe.
I can't tell you.

Yes, he has,
but that's all I know.

What about you?

What about me?

What's next?

New job?
Gonna take a vacation?

I don't know.
I haven't decided yet.

You can't just let me
leave here empty-handed.

Says the pot calling
the kettle black.

Let's make a deal then.

- A deal.
- A deal.

Okay.

You answer
one tough question

professional, personal, my
choice, and I'll do the same.

Deal?

Professional.
My choice.

Fine.

Thanks.

Mmm...

Zajac.

What gives?

Did you get to know him
before the primaries?

Is he really the shell
he seems to be,

or is there something there
actually worth voting for?

I don't know.

Excuse me a second.

Okay.

Tom.

Hello, Babe.

What a relief.

She's coming along.

She always was a fighter.

I tried calling,

but maybe your new kid
didn't get you the message.

I figured it was more about
Lennox Gardens than Meredith.

Well, let's just say
it was about both,

considering how much
it means to her

that we carry on
in her spirit.

You made the right move
at City Hall,

at the right time.

I guess we'll be seeing
more of each other,

at least until Meredith
is back on her feet.

I guess we will.

Wait.

Who let him in
to see my wife before I do?

It wasn't my shift.
It...

Nobody--

Nobody gets near this room
again without my permission.

Your shift or not,
it will be your last.

Yes?

Yes.

I don't bite.

What, now he sends lackeys from
the mailroom to do his bidding?

Not exactly.

I'm filling in
as his aide,

for good
if I can help it,

so you might need
to get used to me.

And I'm not here to get you
to go to the hospital.

I'm not going
to the hospital.

I know, yeah.

I'd miss it here, too,
even for an hour.

Do you know how many facial
muscles it takes to frown?

Something like 47.

Fascinating.

And only two to smile,

so why don't you
just admit

that I'm the best-looking guy
you've seen in two weeks?

Which understandably
isn't saying much.

You work for my father?

I work for the Mayor.

And as long as you keep
up this kind of routine,

you might as well
work for your father.

How so?

Nothing empowers him more

than having big problems
and solving them.

Right now, you are
one of the biggest.

He threw me under a bus
to save his career.

Exactly.

Which has left him
with a very big problem,

as far as I can see it.

How to win you back.

Good luck.

Look, don't get me wrong.

I'm not suggesting
you should let him.

I'm not even suggesting
you should forgive him.

God knows I can
relate in my own life.

What I'm saying is,

if you want
to get back at him

or make him pay
in any way--

psychologically,
mind you.

I am not suggesting
something worse.

You can't do it from the
bottom of a glue tube

in county jail.

In other words,
tell him how I really feel

when you get me
to go to the hospital.

Truth be told...

I have a longer game
in mind than that.

House arrest.

What? Where?

No, No.
I'm not going home.

Yeah. You'd rather stick it out
in this hellhole instead.

That brick house
who protects you,

according to the guards,
she's up for parole.

She gets out, then what?

You hurt your dad by getting
yourself hurt or worse?

You should be proud.

- What's happening?
- Slr, please step out the room.

What's happening?

Is she all right?

Sir, please
step out of the room.

Is she all right?

Somebody *****
get the *** to the O.R.

Somebody--

Somebody get the priest.

Don't fool yourself.

Sir?

You sure you don't
want to wait downstairs?

Just needed
to get some air.

Stay.

Run for your life, kid.

Many kinds of business I've
come to handle over the years.

Death and dying
isn't one of them.

You're not alone.

Oh, yes, he is.

Aren't you, boss?

I do have what might be
some good news, though.

I spoke with the warden
and parole board

about the possibility
of house arrest for Emma.

They seem willing
to consider it

in light
of family circumstance.

I can only imagine what Emma
would have to say.

The truth is,
she wouldn't have a choice.

But I spoke with her, too.

You did?

Just to play the good cop.

You being--

Me being the bad cop.

That's not what I meant.

I've hired Mona Fredricks
to replace Ezra Stone.

I'd like you
to stay on as well.

You would?

Past whatever temporary arrangement
you've made with Alderman Driscoll.

I'll take care of it.

I'm sure you will.

We shored up residual perforations
in the superior lobe,

so I wouldn't expect
a relapse.

In a few days,
when breathing has normalized,

she'll be extubated.

Her throat will be sore

and it will take some time
for her voice to recover,

starting with whispers.

Here.

I'll slip you some iced tea

when the nurse is looking
the other way.

Don't force it.

You got plenty of time.

Di--

What?

Did...

Did...

Did you...

do this to me?

Meredith.

No.

No.