Previously on The Mob Doctor...
Ro: So, you recognize your new patient?
Witness Protection for more than a year.
I never agreed to kill somebody.
[ Pounds desk ] Yes, you did!
You came to me,
begging and pleading for your brother's life.
You knew Moretti's reputation. He would have killed you.
[ Tires screech ] Hey!
[ Horns honking ]
Gracie, what have you gotten yourself into?
It wasn't Grace, ma. It was me.
Nate... No! I screwed up.
Moretti: Let me deal with her.
You got to watch that temper, pal.
Nobody's scared of you any...
[ Gunshot ]
You've always been like family to me, Grace.
But your debt to Moretti... That would now belong to me.
Who wants kool-aid? Girls: Me!
Grace: I remember the first time my mother lied to me...
When my father didn't show up for my sixth birthday party.
She told me he had to work, but that wasn't the truth.
[ Tires squealing ]
Girls: ♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪
you think you can trust the people closest to you...
But you can't... not always.
♪ Happy Birthday, dear Grace ♪
and sometimes, the only way to protect someone you love
is with a lie.
You don't like the eggs?
No, I like them fine, mom. I'm just not that hungry.
You've been acting weird all week... both of you.
Remember... Home by 7:00.
Grace's boyfriend is coming over for dinner.
I'm making duck.
You don't make duck.
I do when you bring home a doctor.
[ Chuckles ]
Have you heard anything from Moretti?
No. Okay?
For the 10th time, no.
It doesn't add up... I mean, he comes after us like a madman,
and then he just disappears.
You know what I think?
I think you should stop looking for trouble
and forget about Moretti.
I'm looking over my shoulder. I don't like it.
What is this?
Southport community college registration is today.
I thought you might be interested. Are you kidding me?
Forget it.
Hey.
I know you think you're trying to protect me.
I don't like being kept in the dark.
I got to get to work.
Bye, ma!
15 years in Stateville. Man, that went by fast.
Ah, it was all gumdrops and Teddy bears.
You know Stavos.
Yeah, that's your lawyer.
Where's your brother?
Where we going?
Titus: Make a left.
Hey, Connie, you old bastard.
[ Chuckles ]
Geez. Dante, you don't look too good.
Screw you.
This is my wife, Gema.
Very nice to meet you.
It's nice to have some company... first time in months.
Yeah, ever since I popped those Filipinos,
the CPD's been all over me like freckles on an Irish ass.
Six months we've been hiding here,
while my brother lives it up at the lake house.
Only one of us is on the wanted list.
That's a good thing.
Yeah, says you.
Honey, make us some coffee, will you?
[ Smack ]
So, I hear you want to take over Moretti's deal with us.
Yeah, that's right.
And why the hell would we change horses midstream?
Because your horse got scratched.
Franco, Moretti was your boss.
What the hell happened to him?
He's M.I.A. Constantine gave me a shot.
Constantine: We understand your first shipment
of video-poker machines is coming in next week.
So what if it is?
You're gonna need somebody to distribute,
maintain them, collect.
I'm your guy.
[ Coughing ]
Look, if we do come to an agreement,
you're gonna get the same thing as Moretti... 10% flat.
We're better-connected. We want 15%.
What you want is a way back in. This is your play.
Hey, we're already back in.
We wouldn't be here wasting your time. [ Coughing ]
Hey. [ Wheezing ]
Gema, bring some water!
You all right?
[ Coughing ]
[ Siren wailing ]
Dave: 92-year-old from shady grove,
chronic dementia, non responsive with a DNR.
Fell off his bed, so his PMD wants a trauma consult.
Okay, ready to move in 3...
2...
1.
Let's get him on a pulse ox and a monitor.
He's DNR. Why the million-dollar workup?
Looks bad at the home when residents crump in the pudding.
Any family? Someone might want to hold his hand.
Hey, Grace.
Nah. File from the home.
Edgar O'Donnell has no relatives in state.
Hmm. Too bad. [ Cellphone chimes ]
Brett: All right, well, direct admit to med-surg,
and try to keep him comfortable.
Woman: Yes, doctor. Good morning.
Not if you're Edgar O'Donnell.
That is true.
So, I hope you like duck.
[ Chuckles ]
I told your mom that it's my favorite.
Wait a second. She called you? Like, directly?
Women find me accessible, Grace.
Woman: [ Weakly ] Help. I need a doctor.
[ Breathing shakily ]
Help... me.
All right, we need a gurney!
Man: All right.
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♪
Brett: What are her vitals, please?
BP's 230 over 150.
Let's start an nipride drip.
What do you got?
Presented at the entrance doors.
Collapsed in v-tach. We shocked her back.
External trauma? Grace: No, none.
Profuse epistaxis, but it's stopped.
Bleeding and syncope is a tier-one trauma till proven otherwise.
She's all yours.
Blood traumas, EKG, chest, utox, and a B.A.
All right, Dr. Devlin, since we could be looking at an aortic dissection...
I'll stay close.
Good. Keep me posted.
BP's dropping... 150 over 100.
Let's roll her to ct.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
Go ahead. Take it. I got her.
Get in, Grace.
I've got rounds, okay?
Look, if it wasn't important, he wouldn't have sent me.
[ Sighs ]
Okay, I can push for an hour, but that's it.
That's fine. Let's go.
[ Tires squeal, engine revs ]
Your babinski's okay.
My wife could've told you that.
You sure she can be trusted?
You don't have to worry about her.
We got an understanding.
You got a good, strong pulse.
Dante: Why, thank you, doctor.
You figure out what's wrong with him yet?
Yeah, he's dizzy, and his reflexes are slow.
You had to give him a physical to tell us that?
So, how long you been feeling this way?
A couple of weeks.
You drink?
Only when I'm awake.
Smoke?
In between drinks.
Sexual activity?
Tremendous.
It's true... Even when he feels like crap.
But there's not much else to do out here.
Come on. Constantine, what's with all these questions?
Constantine: You want her to leave?
I'm sure she's got better places to be.
You got any family history of heart attack, stroke, cancer?
We don't live long enough to find out.
Now, what the hell's wrong with my brother?
It could be anything from a virus to a brain tumor, okay?
I won't really know anything until you come to a hospital.
Grace.
Dante... he, um... can't be seen in public right now.
Okay.
Then I will need to get a urine sample from you.
Go ahead. Fill her up.
[ Faucet squeaks, footsteps approach ]
Just when I thought it couldn't get any more glamorous, right?
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs ] I haven't had a mani-pedi in months.
Yeah, me neither. [ Chuckles ]
So, how'd it go?
When those Filipino bar owners were killed,
that guy's face was all over the news.
I'm now holding his urine.
Ah, come on. He's a guy, like anybody else.
[ Chuckles ]
What's going on with you, Franco?
What do you mean?
A week ago, Moretti was killed.
You're now working for the guy that shot him.
I adapt, and so do you.
You know why I'm here.
You've got other options.
How about this?
After your shift, I'll pick you up.
We'll go grab some dinner at the lazy ox,
and we'll talk about my options...
Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief.
I've already got plans.
All right.
[ Engine turns over ]
Man: Next.
Hi.
Copy of your G.E.D. or diploma.
Um... I didn't bring it.
So, what are your long-term educational goals?
Educational goals?
Some students look to improve their grade averages
before applying to four-year universities.
Others are looking for associate degrees.
I'm just here to register.
Have you made your course selection?
[ Sighs ]
Actually, I change my mind.
Mr. Charles?
I'm Dr. Robinson, the surgeon assigned to your fiancée.
Surgeon? God.
Yeah, we're trying to figure out exactly what happened.
Two hours ago, I was at St. Benedict's,
waiting for Megan to walk down the aisle.
Just a small ceremony, a couple of friends.
She didn't show.
I went to go check on her, but she was gone.
I-I'm her sister.
Well, she should be waking up soon.
I'd like to see her.
Hey. Talk to me about urine.
Stay away from asparagus.
Are the results back yet?
Should be.
This is one of those times
I'm not supposed to ask what's going on, right?
Did the plastic bottle give it away?
[ Chuckles ]
Oh.
Not good. PH is way low.
How low?
Renal-failure low.
You got to get the patient in here now.
Okay, that's not so easy. Um...
Brett's patient... The elderly DNR.
He came in a few hours ago.
He has tests lined up.
Edgar O'Donnell... Room 408, in the annex.
Is he awake?
No. And the priest just administered.
It's a matter of minutes.
Why?
When he goes, don't let anyone pronounce, okay?
Okay.
[ Dialing ]
[ Ringing ]
Franco. It's Grace.
[ Monitor beeping ]
I heard my cue to start walking down the aisle.
Um, I cinched my dress, put on my heels,
and... and then this wave hit me.
A wave?
Like, um, an overwhelming rush...
An urge to just get out of there and run.
I raced outside, down the street.
My chest was tight, my heart was in my ears,
and... then I saw the blood and... and came to the hospital.
[ Knock on window ]
Hi. Hi.
So, your EKG and chest x-rays are normal.
What you experienced is
something called respiratory alkalosis.
What's that mean?
Well, it basically means you were breathing hard,
you exhaled too much carbon dioxide,
and you changed the acid balance in your blood.
It's a symptom associated with severe panic attacks.
Oh, God.
You panicked at the thought of marrying me?
I-I don't know.
Ben, I love you. I do.
You ran away from me.
Um...
I... guess I did.
[ Voice breaking ] I am so sorry.
Um... I got to go.
[ P.A. Beeps ]
Woman on P.A.: Dr. Devlin, report to the concourse level hallway.
Dr. Devlin...
I'm sorry. I have to go.
Yeah. Excuse me.
So, uh, what happens now?
We're waiting on your cardiac enzymes.
And if those come back normal,
you could be home in a few hours.
Nate. You had me paged?
City college is a joke.
Okay.
I'm 26, all right? I missed my shot.
A l-lot of kids goof off after...
I didn't goof off!
Okay, but you're not letting me finish.
You think I can't make smart choices.
You think you know what's best for me.
Okay, w-wait a second. What's really going on, Nate?
You never listen.
I'm listening to you right now.
You know I appreciate everything you've done for me.
But I don't need two moms, all right?
You lie around all day, feeling sorry for yourself.
That's bull.
You don't want to work? Fine.
You don't want to go to school? Fine.
But don't you ever come to my work to blow off steam.
I got patients to see.
[ Sighs ]
Put those on.
We're trusting you, Grace.
What the hell?
♪
wait here.
Hey.
Mr. O'Donnell is dead.
Oh, I am sorry for him.
Um, you didn't let anyone pronounce yet, right?
You told me not to.
Okay. Can we keep everybody out of this room?
Mr. O'Donnell is now my patient.
I'm going to draw some blood and take him to imaging, okay?
You're piggybacking on the dead patient's workup?
I hope he'd understand.
W-w-wait, wait. I don't like it.
I mean, I trust you, okay?
But this is messed up, Grace.
Look, I wouldn't do this if I didn't have to.
[ Groans ]
All right, Dante, you are now Mr. Edgar O'Donnell.
O'Donnell? Look at that. You're Irish.
That's funny. I could go to jail, and I could lose my license.
I'm sorry. Hey. Hey. What about the stiff?
He's gonna stay in bed.
Gonna close the curtain.
And I'll come back to get you guys as soon as the MRI room is clear.
Put it on.
[ Coughing ]
I ain't having that body in here.
What do you want me to do about it?
[ White phosphorus' "lose 'em in the light" plays ]
♪ hard times in the bombast, get the backlash, too fast ♪
this ordinance to allow video poker
within Chicago's city limits is a sham.
Everybody knows it.
It's nothing more than a license
for organized crime to print money.
It perpetuates negative stereotypes
this city has been trying to shake
since the days of Al Capone.
Somebody bought a dictionary.
Give us a couple seconds, fellas.
Sit down.
Man: How you doin', Franco?
So, how's everything going?
It's good. Dante's getting all sorts of tests.
Grace is holding up fine.
Me, I feel like I should be getting hazard pay on this one.
You serious?
I'm just saying.
Let me explain something to you, Pagliacci.
We're working on a multi-million-dollar deal here.
So put some ice in your shorts and shut up.
How you doing?
You tell me.
Am I going home?
Not quite yet.
Your troponin levels came back elevated,
which suggests possible heart-muscle damage.
From a panic attack?
We're not exactly sure.
That's why I need to do an echocardiogram.
With this probe,
I can see your heart from all different angles.
This might be a little cold.
I couldn't wait to get married.
And now I find out I was so stressed,
I bled from my eyes to avoid walking down the aisle.
Sometimes our bodies tell us the truth,
and sometimes they disguise it.
Mm.
This feels so cool and relaxed.
That's the ativan kicking in.
[ Sighing ] Ativan...
[ Computer beeping ]
Only time I felt this good in the last few months
is when Gema and I were in the sack.
Know what I'm saying?
I get the picture.
Okay, now try to stay still.
[ Sighs ] [ Whirring ]
You're a good doctor, Grace.
You got a nice ass, too.
No disrespect.
Hey, none taken.
No question about it, though...
You got your looks from your ma's side of the family.
Oh?
You ain't got it from your scrawny dad,
that's for damn sure.
He married up. We all told him so.
You knew my father?
Sure.
We used to play the ponies at Arlington
before he got clipped.
Know who did it?
Do I know who killed your father?
Yeah.
[ Chuckles ] Why do you ask me?
W-who should I ask?
Constantine.
You want answers, ask him.
There's no effusion, no valve dysfunction.
Wall motion's good.
Is that good news?
Yeah... Very good.
But I do see a shadow
on the posterior aspect of the kidney.
W-what is it?
I'm not exactly sure.
I just... I just need to get a better angle.
Ah! Aah! A-are you...
Aah!! [ Grunts ]
[ Monitor beeping quickly ]
Megan! Megan!
Megan! Stop!
Man: Hey, hey!
Megan!
...Davidson to NICU.
[ Whimpering ]
Grace!
[ Whimpers ]
♪
Dr. White: It's an adrenal growth called a pheochromocytoma.
It's more commonly called a pheo.
You can see it right there, surrounding the right kidney.
Wait... but her fiancée said that she had a panic attack.
The symptoms are the same,
but during our examination, we found this growth.
When I pushed on it, it released a flood of adrenaline,
which caused her to literally hulk out.
The pheo basically explains her behavior at the church.
The pressure from the corset of her wedding dress...
That would've triggered the response.
Normally, we'd put Megan
on alpha and beta blockers for a week
and then have a urologist ablate the pheo,
but her ct scans also reveal a perinephric hematoma.
[ Door opens ]
The tumor is causing bleeding around the kidney.
She's unconscious,
and, as her closest relative, we need your consent
to remove the tumor and the blood around the kidney.
Of course. Whatever you need to do.
Mm-hmm.
Um, excuse me. Yeah.
What's wrong?
Flanigan just asked me for your dead patient's chart.
Oh, my God.
Hey.
Dr. Flanigan. Can I help you?
You can tell me why you're running so many tests
on a 92-year-old man.
MRIs, blood gases?
I know.
Um... you know, just working him up per his PMD.
How come you're checking up on me?
Is there something I should know, Grace?
Mm... no.
Okay, that's it.
You're overempathizing with a 92-year-old DNR.
Look, I'm just following... I'm gonna write you up.
I'll be managing his care from now on.
I don't think so. Excuse me?
That patient is my grandfather, and I love him.
So you got a problem with the way Dr. D's treating him,
you got a problem with me.
Not to mention, I know a good lawyer.
You understand me?
I'm... glad that you're pleased with his care.
Keep me posted.
Okay.
I'm out of here.
Okay, you... you leave, you could... you could die.
I heard that doctor through the door.
If I'm busted, I'm back in a 6x6 the rest of my life.
All right, well, I just would like to do a few more tests.
Where's Mr. O'Donnell?
Look, you've got my scans. You got my blood.
Just figure out what's the matter. Give me a call.
Get the mask. We're going.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
Okay, I'm heading to surgery.
Look, there's a shift change in 10 minutes, okay?
Would you take the service elevator?
And put the body back.
Dr. White: Grace. You're here.
Sorry, Dr. White. I was checking out a patient.
Retract medially.
There you go.
And you may want to hurry it up
so you're not late for dinner, Dr. Robinson.
Mrs. Devlin called me directly
to check on your surgery schedule.
Here you go.
Subcapsular hematoma, under pressure.
Which causes...?
Decreased blood flow to the kidneys,
triggering excess renin secretion,
which produces hypertension.
There you go.
She's cooking a duck,
and, apparently, timing is important.
Incise there.
10 blade.
That kidney's gonna feel a lot better.
Mm-hmm.
Suction.
Well, that was the first time
I dissected a fungating mass around a renal artery.
Yeah.
It was like a nissen fundoplication
times a thousand.
You want to just take one car?
Um...
We have time. We could stop by my place.
I, uh, I would love to. I have to run an errand.
Okay.
Mm.
See you at dinner? Thank you.
Yeah.
[ Footsteps depart ]
[ Buzzer ]
Hey, it's me.
What are you doing here?
Dante Amato said that you know something.
Something? Something about what?
About my father's murder.
He said that?
What do you know?
Haven't I always been there for you and your family, Grace?
That doesn't answer my question.
I think it does.
No, it tells me you're hiding something.
Well, what do you want to know?
Huh? Spit it out. What do you want to know?
Did you kill him?
Did you kill my dad?
I swear to you, on my life, on your mother's life,
I did not kill your father.
Franco: Constantine!
Out here.
Titus just called. Dante's passed out.
All right, let's go. Come on.
♪
he can't get enough air.
Let me get to him.
Breathe. Breathe.
The breath is shallow.
But your nail beds are pink.
That mean something?
Well, he's barely breathing. They should be blue.
All right, I got to call the hospital and get his blood gases.
We don't get service out here.
Call... now.
[ Telephone rings ]
Nurses station. Grace: Hey, it's me.
You got the results back from the not-dead O'Donnell?
Nope... Probably 'cause O'Donnell
was finally declared dead two hours ago.
It's not like there's any rush.
Okay, well, my patient is very much alive,
and I need those results.
Okay. I'll walk down to the lab. Call me back in five.
You have a lovely home.
Daniella: Thank you.
Moved in three weeks after Grace was born,
and they'll be carrying me out in a casket.
Hopefully not for a very long time.
Well, uh, Grace called. She's running late.
Which means I get to ask questions
without disapproving looks.
[ Chuckles ]
Ask away.
Close with your family?
Close enough.
What's that mean?
Being a resident,
I don't have a lot of free time to spend with them.
I don't care how poor a man is.
If he's got family, he's rich.
Depends on the family.
Hey, got anything?
Grace, the blood gases show severe acidosis.
Does that help?
Yeah, it might. Thanks.
[ Telephone beeps ]
[ Sighs ]
What's going on?
Dante's got anion gap acidosis.
And if I don't figure out why, he's...
He's gonna die.
Okay... "Mudpiles."
What?
It's a mnemonic.
"M"... methanol. No.
"U"... uremia. His kidneys are fine.
"D"... He's not diabetic.
He's not breathing.
Out of the way. Let me get to him.
Damn it. He's crashing.
[ Sighs ]
"L"... lactic acidosis.
Gema, Dante said the only time he felt good was during sex.
You guys pump it up with anything?
Pills, herbs, drugs... Anything?
A few months ago, he started sniffing poppers.
He said it made him feel like iron man.
Okay, poppers are amyl-nitrate. Get me one.
Crack it open. Give it to him.
Go right ahead. Stick it right under his nose.
[ Wheezes ]
[ Coughing ]
You're gonna be okay.
Franco, get my bag.
Yeah.
[ Weakly ] What happened? What happened?
All right. What's wrong with him?
It, uh, could be cyanide.
Grace.
Uh, honey, I'm gonna get you some water.
[ Zipper opens ]
You okay?
All right, I need you to look at me right in the eye.
Yep. Your retinas are red... Cherry red.
[ Sighs ]
Okay.
Lactic acidosis can be caused by cyanide.
It turns the retinas red and your nail beds pink.
The, uh, the nitrate from the poppers
reversed the symptoms.
Hold on. Are you saying someone's been poisoning him?
I-I would say so.
[ Tires squeal ]
Gema.
I should have seen it coming.
She bitched and bitched about being stuck out here.
You want me to go after her?
No, no, no. We keep this in the family.
[ Sports announcer talking indistinctly on TV ]
You have to keep stirring the potatoes, or they get lumpy.
Sorry. My mom never really let me in the kitchen.
Oh. That's too bad.
You know, this is...
Right here is where Grace first started playing doctor.
She would sit on the floor right there,
she would dissect a chicken,
and pretend she was saving someone's life.
She'd even call out "code blue."
You're really proud of her.
Of course.
Your parents must feel the same way.
That was very impressive, what you did in there.
You ought to feel good about yourself.
Yeah, I just saved the life of a wanted man.
You know, I don't know how I feel.
Well, doctors can't always choose their patients.
Especially you.
Yeah, you've made that pretty clear.
Look, after I killed Moretti for you,
you decided to stay.
So as long as you're in Chicago, I own you.
That's the deal.
Go on. Enjoy your dinner.
Sorry I made you late.
Nate. What the hell are you doing here?
That's what I want to know from you.
I saw you at the hospital with Franco.
I followed you to Constantine's and then here.
You're in way deeper than I thought.
Okay. Go home.
If you don't tell me what's going on right now...
What?! What will you do, Nate?!
I'll go knock on the door, and I'll ask them.
Okay. And they will kill you.
I want to know everything. I want to know now.
Okay.
You'll tell me?
Yeah, it's your life.
That was delicious. Thank you.
I found the recipe for the duck online.
[ Chuckling ] I could teach Grace how to make it, if you like.
I don't think that'll ever happen.
I do have an early call tomorrow, though,
so I got to get going, but let me help...
Unh-unh. Put that down.
[ Sighs ]
Grace: Hey, before you start yelling,
I just want to say we are really sorry.
You're together? The both of you?
It's all my fault.
Where were you?
Well... Crazy story.
I was driving South on Halsted when my car started smoking.
Tow guy offers to take it to a yard and says he won't release the car
unless I give him two c-notes, which I don't have.
So by the time Grace shows up,
he's gone, my car's locked up behind a fence.
Finally jumped the fence, got the car to the shop.
Now we're starving.
Is there any more duck?
Mm-hmm.
Go wash up.
Hey.
Well, thank you for dinner.
It's a pleasure. [ Chuckles ]
I'm really sorry.
I hope it wasn't too terrible.
No. It was... fine.
Just kind of felt like something was missing.
And your brother's story is ridiculous.
I know. I know.
Look, look.
He got into some trouble. I needed to bail him out.
Good night, Grace.
[ Door closes ]
Hey, Titus.
How is he?
His beloved wife tried to kill him.
It's not been a good day.
At least he's alive, right?
Yeah, thanks to you.
And your doctor.
I talked to Dante.
You get the same deal as Moretti... 10%.
Wait in the car, Franco.
Look, I want 15%.
I have to insist.
Ain't gonna happen.
I got more bar owners and aldermen in my pocket
than Moretti's got on his wish list.
I want 15%.
Yeah.
I-ii want a 19-year-old double-jointed Latina.
Just take the deal.
Or don't take it.
Doesn't make any difference to us.
It will.
Was that a threat?
Just tell your brother I'm happy he's feeling better.
[ Engine turns over ]
[ Tires screech ]
You out of your mind? This truck is protected.
Hey. Shut up and drive.
This is them.
Let's burn them. Yeah, start here.
All right, let's go. Take that one out.
[ Whirring ]
Wait a second.
Hold it.
What's the matter?
According to this manifest,
there's supposed to be 20 gaming machines in here.
Counting these boxes, looks more like 40.
Something's not right.
Here.
Check these serial numbers.
Here. Look.
9-0 dash 8-7-0.
Change of plans.
Let's go!
♪
[ alarm beeping ]
Good morning, Gracie.
[ Beeping stops ]
Mom.
I made you french toast.
Um... why?
'Cause I'm your mother.
All right, how do you do that?
I mean, you were so excited about dinner last night,
and you have every right to be angry,
and instead, you make me breakfast.
Did you know that Brett's not close with his family?
I guess.
You live at home with me. I'm lucky.
I live at home 'cause I have massive student loans.
I like him.
In case you were wondering,
I think he'd make a nice addition to the family.
And maybe one day, he will.
Gracie...
I don't want you to worry about your brother.
He's a grown man.
What?
You get him those college brochures,
and you try to keep him out of trouble.
Yeah, well, I just don't want him to destroy his life, okay?
Neither do I.
But if you try to control him, he's gonna fight you.
It's in his nature. You know that.
I know.
I'm proud of you, Grace.
[ Chuckles ] I don't say that enough. I know that.
I got to get to the farmers market
before the Lincoln Park beckies
snatch up all the Brussels sprouts.
See you tonight.
Good news... The tumor came back benign,
and your vitals are stable.
In a few weeks, you should be back to normal.
Thank you, doctor.
Can I ask...
Have you heard from my fiancée at all?
Ben: I'm right here.
Ben.
[ Chuckles lightly ]
[ Voice breaking ] I am so sorry.
You said you loved me. That should've been enough.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Steak and eggs.
That cholesterol will kill you.
Make yourself useful.
Get me some hot sauce.
I'll get right on that.
So, I know about the double dipping.
Give us a minute, please.
Pencil-whipping your serial numbers?
Come on.
You're cramping my style here.
All your little pokie machines, they all got a secret twin.
So when they become legal,
half the money flies under the radar... tax-free.
Don't have to be a lawyer to see the genius in that, huh?
What, are you guys gonna rat me out?
The other option is a lot more civil and lucrative.
Yeah? I'm listening.
I'm taking over Moretti's distribution contract.
And under the circumstances, the price has gone up.
Our cut's 25%, and that's 25% on all the machines.
You were asking for 15%.
Should have taken the deal.
My brother's not gonna like this.
Yeah, well, it's a good thing you're in charge, huh?
Okay.
Hey.
Been looking for you.
Hi.
Mm.
Ben and Megan's wedding's back on.
We're invited.
Oh. [ Chuckles ] That's great news.
Yeah. I told them I'd be there.
I wasn't really sure if you'd show up.
Okay, we can... We can talk about last night.
You know...
I know the last thing you wanted
was for me to have dinner alone with your mom.
That is actually very true. [ Chuckles ]
Yeah.
So, whenever you want me to know what's going on...
...that's when I want to know.
Dave: Patient found in full arrest with pupils fixed and dilated.
We've been working on her for 30 minutes
with nothing but flatline.
All right, hold it.
Let's call it.
Time of death... 9:35.
Someone must have really wanted her ring.
Her nail beds are pink.
The coroner should check for cyanide poisoning.
I'll let him know.
Girls: ♪ Happy Birthday... ♪
Grace: You think you can trust the people closest to you.
But you can't... not always.
♪... to you ♪
see, when I blew out the candles,
I wished my father would never come home again.
[ Tires screech ] ♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪
and that afternoon, my wish came true.
[ Engine turns over, car doors close ]
[ Train wheels screech ]
But now, no matter how hard I wish,
I can't protect people from themselves.
Constantine: So, what can I do for you, kid?
[ Sighs ]
I know everything.
You know everything?
That's a lot to know.
Grace told me she's working for you.
And that you took over for Moretti.
Yeah, well, if you know that to be true,
if I were you,
I would use that telephone and call the police right now.
Why would I do that?
What do you want, kid?
A job.
You want to work for me?
Yes, sir.
Whatever you need...
I'm your guy.