Ruth: "I'm just saying, she pretends to fall in love with them and be even more obsequious than your Jamies and Ben Abani's, but it's the cold love of a born killer."
Linden: "That sounds more like a red herring, less like gossip. Thank you, Councilperson."
Holder: "Do you have any information about Michael Ames or the Columbia Domain Fund?"
Yitanes: "I just almost went to sleep when you said that."

But in fact, yes. CDF backs the Mayor, but that's all Sally. Michael is, quote, "Her de facto errand boy," which I guess I already mentioned means that sinking the deal -- through Indian Bones or any other non-Bone means -- benefits him more than it hurts her. (Especially if Terry Marek isn't as batshit insane as she appears on the subject, and he honestly does want out of being controlled by Sally, which even Sally seems to think is logical.)

Yitanes: "So, the Ames are all tied up in this keycard thing?"
Linden: "Goodbye, Councilmember Ruth Yitanes."
Yitanes: "I got stripper pilates anyway. Catch you guys on the flip!"

THE POLLS

Darren, being his dorky self, wheelchairs out of the voting booth joking about how he just peed in there. He starts to give a speech, and then Mayor Adams shows up and pretends it's a photo op and makes some cripple jokes in his ear. It's kind of sad. It's kind of sad for everybody.

Darren: "That guy is such a dick, man."
Gwen: "I have a trapdoor with a slide down to a getaway car."
Darren: "Let's go, then."

Outside, they hang awkwardly, just the two of them, until the car shows up. Gwen -- either sincerely or else chillingly, The Killingly -- starts expressing salt water from her tear ducts about how she tried so, so hard to make this happen for him, because she is so, so very much in love with him. Hmm. I wonder what Ruth Yitanes would say about that.