The Chicago Code - Ep04 - Cabrini Green

Get across to the other side of the sidewalk, please. This area's not secure. Go, go, go! Go, go, go! Come on, let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Come on, get away! Hurry, hurry! Come on! You too fast for the seat! Yeah! Anonymous callers are filling security warning a bomb would detonate in 15 minutes. Go, go, go! That was 13 minutes ago! What are we doing? Canine just went local in the southwest corner bathroom. Yeah? 80-20, this is the real thing. All right, uh, get everyone off the corner right now, go. Negative. Get out of there. I got Remo in the hall. Son, you gotta give me some idea of the blast radius, okay? The southwest corner faces the street. I gotta see the size of it before I can guess that. People back! Hey! You gotta get those people back! Remo Benny needs to get back! Come on! Go, go, go! Eight sticks of dynamite. Primitive bastard, but... it's big. Might not be functional, but if it is, it could send glass and brick 30 to 40 yards. Hey, Al! Clear out of the way! It's gonna blow! Clear out of the way! God, lady! Get down! Get out of the way! They say you can never go home again. But tourism, son. But me? I never left. Not really. In 1985, Cutter Lewis Bell had served my ward as alderman for almost 20 years. But when he ignored the numerous letters and phone calls from my father, who had received an incorrect and inflated tax bill, I decided to run against him. I listened to the people and won by over ten points. And all my time in office, though, I never forgot who... This is on the house, alderman. You know I always pay my bills, Clover. Come on, man. As do I. Don't think we didn't notice some streetlights getting fixed the day after we mentioned it the last time. You don't charge me. You know I'm just gonna tip you more, brother. Oh, I'm aware. But then I feel double good. Gave a gift, cost me nothing. You sure your man don't want to save the trim? Ellis is the one who always got something sharp at the other man's throat. Get back! Get back! How does somebody get that fast? You register. Hands up. Do it. I don't think you want to do this, son. Shut your damn mouth, old man. You didn't even think this through long enough to put your mama's pantyhose over your head, now did you? Here you go. Get your damn money! You all right, Percy? I'll live. Ellis, call and let me ask. And police. No casualties. Nicely done. So what do we know? The building's head of security said the threat was issued calmly in a nondescript, ethnically neutral male voice. No motive given. The bomb boys were surprised by how low-tech the thing was. Dynamite, cardboard box, egg timer. Well, Homeland Security's jumping in as soon as they get here, but their early guess is it's domestic, not foreign terrorist. Big spy medical. Do we know if they do animal testing? Because we could be looking at a radical animal rights group. It's not a bad idea. You follow up on that. Superintendent, we got a situation on the south side. A shooting. I think this takes precedence, Roger. Ronan Gibbons was involved. What? Gibbons was shot. He was a shooter. Who did he shoot? A 15-year-old boy. Did they secure the alderman's weapon? He's reluctant to turn over the firearm. Says it has sentimental value. Claims he didn't break any laws. Is it true that Alderman Gibbons was carrying a concealed weapon? Yes, it is true. But under Illinois municipal code, elected officials are exempt from concealed weapons laws. The alderman's qualified to act as a conservator of the peace and conserve the peace he did this morning. Am I right? What's his condition? As far as we know, the boy's in stable condition, awaiting surgery at First South Hospital. Not to worry. He'll get shot another day. The alderman would like to make a brief statement. I'd like to be known that my office will ensure the boy's family will not have to pay one dime, not one dime in medical bills. Well, I just want to say that we're very grateful that the alderman was unharmed and that nothing more serious happened here today, and I want everyone to be assured, including Alderman Gibbons, that his firearm will be returned to him as soon as a routine investigation is completed. Don't be like that, and don't be like that. Superintendent Colvin is just doing her job, and a very fine job it is, I might add. So, this pistol will now be in the capable hands of the Chicago Police Department Crime Lab, and I have several more at home, rest assured, that are of equal quality, so no problem. Thank you for your support. Hey, guys. Hey, Capati, who called this in? Bar owner. Came in to spray for bugs. Found the rig in the ladies' room. Same guy? Dynamite, egg timer, even the same damn strawberry crate. Yeah, it's the same guy. 15-minute warning? Yeah, just came in, but thanks to the bar owner, we've been working on it for 10. All good. Yeah, we're good. Look, we got lucky on this one, but if these things keep popping up, maybe next time, not so lucky. We're a small unit, Wasaki. Thanks. A medical lab and a karaoke bar. Doesn't make sense. You sure about that? What do you mean? Well, I mean, it's not a random act. Why here? Kid, give me a theory. Someone butchered his favorite Neil Sadaka song. Somebody's planting bombs in the city, and I'm gonna be running around all day, and you're gonna keep up or you are not, so I do not have time for your Arshak's routine. Your brains and your feet are gonna keep up with me or they are not. So come on, what are we missing? Uh, maybe it wasn't always a karaoke bar. That's better. Let's go find out what else it was. Back in 1964, we didn't have the projects. We had the Cabrini Green. No matter how poor you were, you could have four walls and a ceiling, and to my family, that was hope. Cabrini Green gave me something else. It gave me a view. I could see the Gold Coast, and I could see everything happening, and all at once, I saw my future. How's he doing? In and out, mostly out. Alderman Gibbons. You're not a relative. No, I'm just an interested party. Thank you. No time for school yet, is it, Papa? I'm still sleepy. It's Saturday. Before you go back to sleep, Blakey, I need you to tell me something. Who sent you, son? Someone sent you into that barbershop today. They said you went for me. That son of a bitch tried to kill my... It's all right. It's all right, Officer. Yes? Come on in. You think because you rich and you run things that you gonna get away with this? Miss Simms, now, I'm sorry about what happened, and I apologize, truly, but I did not try to kill your boy. Now, the fact is, I may have saved him. How? By shooting him? Preventing him from doing something much worse, Miss Simms. Now, he came into a peaceful establishment with a gun and some very, very bad intentions. My Blakey ain't never been in trouble a day in his life. So where did he get the weapon, Miss Simms? I don't know. You been involved in any gang activity? Absolutely not. We talked about that. And his grandfather, before he passed, made him promise not to mess with stuff like that. When did he lose his grandfather? A few months back. You know, Miss Simms, sometimes when a loss like that can confuse a child, make him do things not in their nature, Blakey's dad on the scene. No. I'm all he's got now. And he's all I got. And they gonna take him away from me. Once he's well enough, they saying they gonna arrest him. He won't be coming home. We gonna see about that. We just gonna see about that. So, how's it going keeping your chief of staff, Kelly, out of the loop on the Gibbons investigation? It was going so well until the shooting. Can you have him call me back, please? Thanks. Nothing funny about the shooting, though, huh? Oh, I don't know. I think it's quite amusing that the man we're trying so hard to bring down shoots a 15-year-old boy in front of witnesses and then gets hailed as a hero. Yeah, I mean, to be fair, though, he shot an armed robber and saved lives. I'm sorry. I thought Lieutenant Kelly was Gibbons' inside man in my office. When did you get put on the payroll? You know you agree. Of course I agree with you. That's why I'm so annoyed. I just feel like we missed an opportunity here. I said I would call him back. Thank you. I may have another opportunity. You have something on the bombing? Remember the Chicago Liberation Army back in the 70s? It was a radical leftist group, right? They grew out of the days of rage riots. They bombed the Haymarket Police Memorial and City Hall. Killed a few civilians. Nearly drove my mother to vote for Nixon. They also issued 15-minute warnings and used dynamite and had another name hung on them. The Strawberry Gang. Both today's bombs were in strawberry boxes. And the second location, the karaoke bar back in 77, was an army recruiting office. So what are you saying? You think that the CLA is getting out of their rocking chairs and back into the bomb-making business? David Argyle? The former leader of the CLA who was suspected of planning the bombs that killed three civilians who the state never prosecuted was given tenure at a California college is also one of the leading exponents of educational reform. Okay, he just flew into town last night to sign some books, go to a banquet, pick up a big shiny award. Look, as much as I cherish our moments together, you're telling me this in person because... I'm not gonna scoop him up for questioning. But the group that's giving this jag hole the award, the mayor's wife sits on the board of. Just letting you know. Yeah, well, thank you for the heads-up. Tread lightly. Don't I always? Do you ever. Maybe we should just drag this guy to Erin Coffs. They'd probably like him more. Can I help you? Yeah, Chicago PD. We're going to word with Mr. Argyle. Well, when he's got a minute, I'll let you know. When I got a word, I'll let you know. He is the criminal. You're the one who attacked him, Mr. Tenhouse. And you don't think that it's an attack on me? On my father's memory? That this murderer walks around free? Your father was killed in a CLA bombing? Murder! David Argyle was never charged with setting any bombs. He claims he left the CLA before the bombing started, but it's a lie. He was there, planning it all. He practically brags about it in his damn book. You really don't want to charge the man that assaulted you? You want to let him go free, Doctor? He was exercising his right to free speech, which happens to be something I fought for my entire life. Yeah, you fight you did, huh? Plenty of blood on your hands back in the day. If there's something I need to sign... Why don't you take a seat? Right here. I managed to dig up a little something you've already signed. Yep, there it is. Declaration of War Against the United States. That's you, right? A bomb went off this morning at Bix Biomedical. You hear about that? I heard about that. Of course. Yeah, we heard about it 15 minutes before it went off. Whoever said it used a strawberry box, just like you and your pals did. I wouldn't know how to make a bomb with a strawberry box or anything else. I've never handled explosives in my life. Hey, you just picked the targets, right? I mean, why risk your own fingers building the device yourself? Am I under arrest? No, you're the victim, Doctor. Then I'm free to go. That's a bird. One more question. The last bomb was planted at a karaoke bar, 623 East Jackson. Does that address ring any bells? No. No? No? You sure about that? I'm sure. Then we are done. Thank you. What do you need? I want you to take a look at something. When did you get this? Just take a look. Tell me exactly what you see. Watch it again. And I want you to tell me exactly what do you see. Well, I see a kid points the gun at Gibbons. He looks nervous. Does a head count? That wasn't Robert. Doesn't take the money. He doesn't take the money. Oh, it's a head. That's right. Wow. I mean, you said Oliver and Gibbons had the charges against the kid dropped, yeah? Yeah, and I don't think it's so he could become a Catholic big brother. No, no, he doesn't want us anywhere near this kid. Because he's been doing something dirty that almost got him killed, and I want to know what it was. All right, what about Gibbons' guy, Kelly? Has he been all over you on this? He's been like an awkward eighth grader in the girl's locker room. Can I help? Well, maybe you could find a way to use his expertise on your bomber case. Growing up in the projects can make a boy feel desperate, powerless. And I know it firsthand. Cabrini-Green deteriorated around the people who lived there. Some of us deteriorated with it. What was meant to be civilized, low-income housing, started looking and feeling more and more like a prison. I made it my mission to see that prison torn down. It was the single biggest accomplishment of my life. But it's the little ones that give me the most satisfaction. Knock, knock. Oh, hey. How's our patient doing? Oh, he's doing much better now. Blakey, you ain't gonna say hello to Alderman Gibbons? He saw to it that all the charges against you was dropped. Well, now, mostly dropped. There still will be a period of some probation. They told me you're gonna be in here for a while, young man. And since I didn't want you straining your eyes at this itty-bitty thing, I got you something a little different. And from what I understand, you really need the high-def right there to appreciate this particular game system. To keep? So long as you promise to confine all your future gunplay to these games from now on. Okay. You and I are gonna be friends, man. You see? Good friends. Come on, open it up, man. Guy's going around in circles. He assumes he's being followed. At least he's checking to see if he is. At least for his rodeo. Probably had a lot of practice ducking away from Hoover's G-men back in his wild days. Let's go. Lose him? How do you get away? Whatever, let's just think, let's just think, okay? Which building, 35 years ago, would the CO go into a bomb? Meaning that wasn't turning into a karaoke bar? Yeah. Uh, I think I might know. Chamber of Commerce. Police! Freeze! Right there! Stay right there! Show me your hands! Show me your hands! Turn around! Turn around! Is that thing set? Is that set? Let's just get out of here. Come on, let's go! Let's go! Get out of here! Put your hands on your head! Come on, let's go! Well, this is what we know right now. After one downtown explosion and two defused bombs, Chicago waits and wonders what's next. There are unconfirmed reports that CPD has a suspect in custody, and when we know more, we will let you know. Honestly, you don't think my client planted these bombs? I don't know. I don't know. I really don't. And I don't know whether he was bashed by the real bomber just like he says he was, or whether he slipped and hit his head on the job when he was planting the device. Either way, he's responsible. I'm not responsible for someone else's actions. Isn't that what Charlie Manson said in his defense? I'm hardly Charles Manson. However your reactionary mind would have it. David. You got to look at this from our perspective, Dr. Argyle. The day after you arrived back in Chicago, three bombs turn up, all of them bearing the signature of the CLA. You're found at the scene of the third one. You said you knew where to go because you got some anonymous call to your hotel room? That's correct. We spoke to the front desk. They didn't put any calls through to your room. It's a tri-gun. It came in on my cell phone. Can I have that checked too? Then check it. Doctor, just tell me. Tell me you don't feel even a little bit sorry for the people that died in those attacks all those years ago. Detective, please address your questions to me. You realize I wasn't charged with any of those. No, no, I'm not asking whether you were charged or not, okay? Whether you could have or should have been doesn't matter. What I do know is that no one in your group wanted people to die, okay? You went out of your way to avoid it, which tells me you care, that it matters. So if you know something that can stop someone from getting hurt right now, just tell me. Okay, we're finished here. I have to arrange a bail. Dr. Argyle has a meeting and an awards dinner to attend. Before the CLA disbanded, there was a plan to bomb five targets around Chicago. They were all symbols of imperialism and greed. David, what are you doing? Sonia, I'm merely talking about crimes that never happened. What were the targets? The first two were Bix Biomedical and Army Recruiting Center on East Jackson. The third was the Chamber of Commerce. Which is why you were there. Who did it? Give me a name. I don't have a name. I don't know who's doing this, but whoever it is was one of us. I was hoping to talk some sense into them. All right, you said five. What were the other two? Get units to the Board of Trade Center in the Daley Building and have Papadiaks send these bomb sniffers to both. Happy to. Do you realize what you just did in there? What? Argyle's always maintained that he left the CLA before they started bombing. You just got him on record saying different. Guess he must have wanted to do the right thing after all these years. You don't mind me saying, it's not safe for you to come out here alone like this, do you, Superintendent? I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm the one running this investigation, and I will decide what is safe for me and for you. Your cover is vital to us, and I need to keep our meetings very private. What can I help you with? I think someone ordered a hit on Gibbons. Wasn't Killian or his crew, I can tell you that. Well, I don't think there are many 15-year-old black boys in the Irish mob. That barbershop holdup? Makes sense. Bangers have never understood why a black alderman chooses to cozy up to a couple of Irish potato heads. So it's common knowledge on the street what Gibbons is up to? Sure. Black gangs operate in his ward but get none of the protection Killian does. With a new alderman, they could have a shot, not with Gibbons. So who would set up a teenage recruit for such an important hit? Take your pick. Black princes, two-corner hustlers. The whole point of doing it as an initiation makes it harder to trace back to the source. Okay. All right, will you keep listening and you hear anything about Gibbons? You'll find out. Stay safe. You too. All right, what does it say? Chuck and Helena Stein lived on the run until 98, captured in Winnipeg, and he died while awaiting trial. She's still serving a stretch at Frontier Women's. Do I look like I want to hear about jail-dead hippies? Find me something else. Come on. Paul Rotherham. Uh, moved to England, converted to Islam. Yeah, spends his days listening to Cat Stevens LPs. Doesn't help me much. Linus Westermeyer. And he still seems to be living in town. Seems? What does that mean? The bank foreclosed on his home in Bridgeport a few months back and there's no forwarding address. Give me a look. Maybe he's squatting. Is he partying in a circle? He cut a deal. He never went to trial. He put some of his compatriots away. Maybe this is his penance. Police! Police! Superintendent. You come all the way down here just to heap some praise on little old me? Well, I was in the neighborhood. I hope my chief of staff was an asset to the investigation. Indispensable. So the, uh, final two... Sorry, I forgot one thing. Can I just have one quick word? Excuse me. Yeah. Did you, uh, did you have a word with that little undercover leprechaun? I didn't. What'd he say? Well, the feeling on the street is that perhaps Alderman Gibbons has gotten a little too multicultural lately. Yeah, so we might be looking at a hit organized by one of the black gangs. The question is which one. Does it matter? A street gang targets an elected official? Yes, it matters. Besides, if Gibbons doesn't already know who ordered it, he's gonna want to find out who did. And when he does... He's gonna make a mistake, and I want to be right there to catch him in it. Oh, but Your Honor, I was just reaching out to a troubled youth in my ward. Yeah, well, he can reach out to them from prison. They're gonna be sweating. Superintendent. Detective, I heard you picked up quite a haul of explosives. Yes, ma'am, but I think we might have a problem. I'm going over what we pulled from Westermeyer's house. We seem to be about eight sticks of dynamite short. What are you talking about? Based on what we know he's used so far, there should be eight more sticks. We don't know what this guy's used or if the case was even pulled. We also don't know if he planted another bomb in between the time Argyle was released and the time you picked him up. Where is it? What? Don't play games with me, okay? Don't play games with me. Where's the last bomb? I think maybe I should talk to a lawyer. Right now I have you on burglary. I have you on aggravated battery on account of the little whack he gave Argyle on the back of the head. On attack on terrorist threats and acts when I throw your ass to the feds. But none of that, okay? None of that. None of that stacks up with murder. David Argyle, he's in Chicago? Oh, God. That's why. He blames David. He blames David for everything. Who blames David? Tree. Tree Stein. Tree Stein. Son of Chuck and Helena Stein. He was born while they were on the run. He was 13 when they were captured in 98, and now he's 25. The parents? Father died awaiting trial, and the mother's been... Serving 30 years. When was the last time you saw him? About an hour before you guys broke down my door. He wasn't carrying any dynamite, was he? He had a backpack. Still no answer? No. Front desk just tried again. But they're sure they saw him come in? Yeah, about an hour ago. So I talked to security, asked them to show us the security playback from Argyle's floor. Good call. This is Rudy. This is from an hour ago. Which floor is that? 16. That's Argyle, yeah. Okay. First you're gonna evacuate every floor above this, then below it, and you're gonna do it right now. Let's go. They're on the 16th floor. We managed to get a snake cam in through one of the ceiling vents. We found a missing dynamite. Floor's been completely evacuated? Yeah, last five floors have been evacuated. The pod X says even if he detonates now, they're clear. Okay, right through here. What's the blast radius on that thing? About what we saw at the biomedical building. It won't bring the building down, but it'll be hell on the wallpaper. He's not using a timer that we can actually see, so he's gonna have to physically connect the wire to the battery this time. Have you made any contact? Not yet. We haven't tried. So what's the plan? We discussed it and decided I'd go up there and knock on the door. You ready to be my eyes and ears on this whole partner? Happy to. Jerry. Yo. All right. I'm really terrible at this. All right. Can I ask you a question? Sure can. Are you gonna kill me? Leaky, I don't go around killing. Anyway, I already shot you once. Look at the trouble that got me into. Are you gonna try to kill me? Again? No. Very wise. Let me tell you something. Now, I believe what happened at that barbershop was meant to be. You and me were brought together so I could show you a better way of life, young man. Because, see, I know what it is to be you, Blinky. You feel like you got no power. You feel like you got to surround yourself with hoodlums to make you strong. But, see, that is a lie, which is why I unloaded over you so I don't get you to do things. But you got all the power. You got all the power. It's inside of you. All you got to do is find it. How'd you do it? Took time for me to find my power. Here's what I want you to do. Let me take care of everything. Just give me the name of that thug we sent you to do me harm. I guarantee you you won't ever have to worry about him or any of his ever again. I thought you said you didn't kill people. Is there anything about killing anybody? Huh? I just want the person to know that you and me and your mom's off-limits. His name is Darius. They call him Little Monster. He runs with the Southside Mafia. Ah! Gotcha! Booyah! You thought that nothing was gonna change and you could just go home? Mr. Stein. Well, guess what? Trey. He's looking towards the door, but he's not moving. Mr. Stein, I'm with the Chicago Police Department. I'm alone. I'm unarmed. I'm just gonna put the key in the door. He's not making any moves. Open it up. Come on in and say, how you doing? What do you want? It doesn't matter what I want. It's what you want. Come on. None of us want this. How do you know? How do you know anything? Well, I know why you chose the targets that you did, that Mr. Argyle here didn't finish the job that he started, that you sent him a message that he betrayed your parents' cause. He betrayed my parents? Yes. And he fought to bring down the system? Well, now he is the system. Get out of here! Trey. Trey, if you do this, you're the one betraying your parents. They didn't want to hurt anyone. But they did anyway. And that was the only time anyone listened or cared. They don't want you to do this, Trey. Don't you tell me what they'd want. You don't know! I'll tell you what. Why don't you ask your mom yourself? What? Why don't we put your mother on the phone, and she can tell you herself what a giant mistake you're making? Hey, what are you doing? Just relax, just relax. She's right here on the phone. It's just a telephone. Right here. Helena? Trey? Mom? Trey, baby, you okay? Yeah, Mom, I'm okay. I miss you. I miss you, too. I wish I could see you. Guess who's here? David Argyle. You should see this room. It's nothing like the places you and Dad had to hide in when you were on the run. Probably nothing like where I'm at now, either. No. Baby, you know I love you. I love you, too. I am so proud of you. Do it now so I can hear. Kill the call! Take that son of a bitch! Mother of the year, huh? Excuse me. Excuse me, Sonora Sims? I suppose you're right. I am Superintendent Teresa Colvin. And this is Detective Jarek Wysaki. We're here to speak with you about your son. What for? Alderman Givens said that was all settled. And it is. Frankly, right now, my concern is for your son. We both want to know why a boy like Blakey, who seems like a good kid, would do something like that. It was a mistake. Oh, come on. It wasn't a mistake. We both know it. It was a gang initiation. All I want to know is which gang. Give me a name. We just want to make sure that someone's not harassing your son. The only one harassing us is you. My boy ain't involved in no gangs. Blakey's in there resting. And he don't got to talk to you on account that he's a minor. And the good Alderman Givens told you that, didn't he? Yeah, he did. He said that you can't talk to him without a guardian present. Yeah, he's correct. He said that if you try to bother me or my boy, I should call him. You think Alderman Givens is your guardian now? He's our alderman. And I thank Jesus for it. We don't need their cooperation. She has no idea. She thinks Givens is going to save her son from the gangs. He's going to cut a deal and get into bed with them. Yeah, we're going to look behind every bedroom curtain until we catch him in the act. Don't make this sound sexier than what it is. Givens is going to keep getting away with everything until someone stands up and does the right thing. Well, those people exist. Yeah? How do you know? I'm looking at one. What? Hey. Looks like that went well. There were a few sticking points, but we worked it out. Enlightened me. Well, your new partner, the little monster, tended only to send a message. Blakey's orders were to wound. Well, that just warms the cockles of my still-beating heart. Yeah, I told him we take his concerns very seriously. We're all for a free market. And you offered an olive branch. No, I offered a branch. He wanted the tree. They want the same percentages and protection as the Irish. Did you say that? Oh, I thanked him for his time and said I was very glad that we now have an understanding. It's all good. An understanding. Mm-hmm. It's what brings people together in this city, right? That's what I hear. It was in that moment, actually, confronted by the sins of my own past, with a bomb on my lap, that I came to the realization that you can define yourself by what you were or... or by what you can be. Uh, ladies and gentlemen, the brave Chicago policeman who saved my life. Under arrest for conspiracy to commit first-degree murder in the deaths of Mark Tenev, April Murdy, and Weldon Rand in August 1972 to October 1977. I'm sorry. Arrest based on what? The confession. Yes, but I didn't confess anything. But you implicated yourself as part of the conspiracy, and you had your lawyer present. Officer, I was helping you. I know, and I appreciate it. I really do. So, why? Because I'm a cop, we broke the law, and it's how things work. So? You can say it. Say what? I kept up pretty good. You kept up pretty good, yeah. So I figure it earns me at least another week of riding with you. Another day or two. Today marks the end of a nearly two-decade-long struggle to change the landscape of Chicago. The Cabrini-Green projects of the near north side, long considered a symbol of urban decay, are no more. The final building was demolished today. For one alderman, wiping out the blight of Cabrini-Green wasn't just a political or social issue, it was personal. I grew up in Cabrini-Green, so it's given me a great deal of satisfaction to see it finally come down. I'm not ashamed to say that. It's the most difficult thing I've ever accomplished politically. I took years off my life, but you know what made it worthwhile? It showed me there was hope. Hope that a kid from the streets could rise up and be an instrument of change. Yeah, another gang hat. That's what I worked so very hard for. You know this guy? You? Yeah, Darryl Stoneman. They call him Little Monster. He runs the Southside Mafia. Someone trying to take over his turf? And someone always. Today is a great day. Today is the first day of a better Chicago.