NARRATOR: Previously on The Mob Doctor:
[GUNSHOT]
CONSTANTINE: After I killed Moretti for you, you decided to stay.
So as long as you're in Chicago, I own you.
Constantine thinks you're 6 feet under. He shot me and stole whats mine.
We're gonna take him out? Oh, my God!
[SCREAMING]
Get Constantine to come out here and meet you.
We go meet her like she asked, only we go in strong.
Do you wanna get out of here? Answer me!
Grace!
Unh! She went that way.
FRANCO: Don't worry about Grace. Constantine's here.
[PHONE RINGS]
CONSTANTINE: Yeah? GRACE: Moretti's alive.
He set the whole thing up. No!
[GUNSHOTS]
Where you been? We gotta talk.
Constantine's here. I'm really sorry. Can I call you right ba--?
I really appreciate what you did today.
They drew blood. What about Moretti?
It's war.
[♪♪♪]
GRACE: Growing up, there was one place in my home that was off limits.
It was the desk drawer in our living room.
One day my mother was in the yard,
I decided I had to look inside that drawer.
I'm not really sure what I expected, but wasn't prepared for what I found.
[GRACE GASPS]
[GROANS]
[SIGHS]
[PHONE RINGS]
She lives.
Hey. You must have caught some nasty bug.
The Grace I know would have to be on her death bed
to miss work three days in a row. It's, uh, been rough.
Hey, listen. Can you do me a favor?
Can you bring me some Toradol, Ancef, and a vial of Bupivacaine?
You should be resting, not treating your off-the-books patients.
Oh, I wouldn't ask if I didn't really need it.
All right, I'll be there when I can. Thanks.
[♪♪♪]
So first date, you get a limo, you take the broad to the ballet,
and you drop a couple of hundy on sushi?
So? I was ﬂying to impress her. So, what's date two?
You ﬂy her to Italy for some rigatoni?
Better than spending cash at the strip joints and getting no play.
What the hell are you two BS-ing about? This shipment of machines ready yet?
Soon as you give the word, I'll move them out.
What about our outstanding problem?
No sign of Franco or Moretti, but we got guys combing through every ward.
You tell whoever finds them I want them alive.
I wanna look them in the eyes.
Now get this thing out of here.
You heard him, Benny Ballet. Shut up.
FRANCO: Maybe there was traffic. MORETTI: Traffic?
Are you making excuses for Titus Amato now?
No, he agreed to meet. That's a good sign.
No, see, this is all sideways, man.
Constantine should be dead and buried by now.
I shouldn't beg to get my business back. Shouldn't even talk to these people.
I'm saying a little patience ain't a bad thing.
That's your problem. You're too patient. All right, here he is.
[♪♪♪]
How you doing, Titus? Look, I'm gonna get right to it.
I want my business back.
It's not gonna happen. We have a contact.
You get me the gaming machines, I deliver them. Do we net have that deal?
But I pledged your deal to Constantine when you disappeared.
You went MIA. I'm with Constantine now.
There's no going back. Listen, but I'm asking you to reconsider.
Okay? Out of respect.
I'm meeting you today out of respect.
Look, you owe me. I put a lot of money in your pocket.
I'm telling you now, if you don't straighten this out, we'll go to war.
Nobody's gonna be happy. Nobody's gonna be making money.
Everybody was happy when you were in the wind. I got advice for you.
Go back to wherever you crawled out from and stay there. You're not wanted.
You got advice for me? Yeah.
You're a big shot now? Yeah, I'm a big shot.
Yeah, okay.
Take care of that anger, okay? Yoga, meditation.
You're gonna have a heart attack.
MORETTI: It ain't over, Titus. I ain't going nowhere.
I just met with Moretti. I think we have a problem.
How you doing, Grace? Hey, Gio.
What's this? Constantine thought you'd be hungry.
Six pies for two people? Couldn't decide on toppings.
I'm not complaining. Tell him no more food, okay?
You got it. All right, I gotta go. Nate.
Constantine wants me to tell him how you're doing. So, what do I say?
Well, uh, Mom's coming home from Aunt Kate's in a few days.
And having the ﬂu won't ﬂy too much longer at work.
I can't stay locked up in my house anymore.
I'm going stir-crazy.
It's for your own safety. Until he finds Franco and Moretti.
I'm sorry, Grace.
What?
You got shot because of me. It's not your fault, Nate.
You say what you want, but I got you into this mess, and...
Hey.
Stop slobbering all over the food.
I'd like to have a piece of pizza, please. Heh, heh. Okay.
I gotta go. Call me if you need anything. Yeah, thanks.
I'm taking the pepperoni.
[♪♪♪]
You sure about this, Franco?
Moretti's sit-down with Amato didn't go as planned.
He wants us to send a message, we do it.
Moretti ain't thinking straight. This is Constantine's warehouse.
That's the point. We're gonna trash it.
Lights are out. Surveillance is on. No cars in the lot.
All right. They're gone for the night. We're good to go.
[♪♪♪]
Spread out. Move, move.
We're clear.
[♪♪♪]
What the hell?
It's empty.
They're empty.
It's a setup.
Get out. Move, move, move!
[GRUNTS]
FRANCO: Carlo!
[♪♪♪]
[GUNSHOTS]
Go, go!
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[♪♪♪]
[GROANS]
Paige.
[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]
[♪♪♪]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Thank you.
RO: Oh, my God. It's not what it looks like.
So that's not a gunshot wound? Because it looks like a gunshot wound.
Maybe it is what it looks like. Explains the bodyguard outside.
Ro. Look, I've gone along
with whatever it is that you're doing because I trust you.
And I've been really good at not asking questions,
but what the hell is going on?
[PHONE RINGING]
It's the hospital.
Ro Quintero.
Okay. I'm on my way right now.
What's going on? Multiple gunshot victims en route.
I gotta go.
Our conversation is not over.
I'm coming too.
No, okay? Like they're not gonna notice your limp.
No, that's what the painkillers are for. Grace.
The hospital's short-staffed. I'll see you there.
[♪♪♪]
BRETT: Hey, I thought you were sick. I heard there was a shooting.
I wanna help. Where are the paramedics?
Traffic on Michigan Avenue. Grace, glad you're feeling better.
Ambulances just arrived. Three gunshot victims.
One male injured at the scene.
Two females, mother and daughter, caught in the crossfire in a passing car.
First up, 28-year-old male
with multiple gunshot wounds to the lower left leg. Good cap refill.
Gio. PARAMEDIC: He's tachy,
but his vitals are otherwise stable. WHITE: Dr. Robinson, he's yours.
Thirty-five-year-old female, bullets to head and abdomen.
BP's 180, heart rate 137.
Dr. Devlin, you're running point here. Trauma.
Sixty-three-year-old female.
Deep forearm laceration from automobile glass.
Has wrist drop, but fingers seem mobile.
My daughter, Paige. Is she okay? Dr. Flanigan.
She's in good hands, Ms. Wilson. We need to make sure you're okay.
GRACE: On three, two, one.
You're at Roosevelt Medical because you were shot.
If you can hear me, please, squeeze my hand.
Paige?
Thanks, you made me very happy. Let's get a head and abdomen CT.
Full trauma, type, cross for four.
WHITE: How are we doing? Tibial fracture's open.
I ordered vanco and gent.
One bullet's through and through. Other's lodged near his posterior tibial artery.
CT angiogram, see if there's any vascular injury.
It's like living in a war zone. Keep me posted.
[GRUNTS]
FLANIGAN: Normal distal perfusion. Can you extend your wrist?
We were just driving home from dinner.
Can you please try to move your wrist, Ms. Wilson?
She bagged her brachioradialis tendon.
You're gonna need surgery to fix your arm.
It sounded like fireworks, and then the glass exploded.
There was so much blood.
Alert the OR. Tell them to set up for a tendon repair.
Also, page Anesthesia for a brachial plexus block.
I'm gonna prep you for surgery.
What about my daughter?
Radiology sent the CT. Have a look.
Abdominal scan looks good. Bullet missed all major organs.
Lodged in her muscle. She got lucky.
NURSE: Doctor? Hold her arms. She's seizing.
WHITE: Ativan, one milligram IV push. Hang Cerebyx, one gram.
Pull up her head CT. Mm-hm. Got her?
Brain scan shows a large bleed.
WHITE: Effacement of the lateral ventricle.
Pressure must be sky-high from the bleeding.
Call the OR. We need to get in there right away.
I don't get this. There's no gaming machines?
They were gone. All of them. Boxes were empty.
You looked around? Of course we did.
How could this happen? Cops are gonna be all over us now!
Constantine must have known we were coming.
It's the only explanation. Right, and how would he know that, huh?
How would he know that, Franco?
You playing both sides?
You know what? I could have jumped ship.
I could have gone with Constantine at any time, but I didn't. None of us did.
So stop pointing fingers and figure out our next move.
What we should do is get out of Chicago before Constantine tracks us down.
You think so?
[GRUNTS]
Get this through your stupid head! We ain't leaving this town!
[♪♪♪]
Nate, call me when you get this.
I know what happened at the warehouse and I just wanna make sure you're okay.
Call me.
Ms. Wilson?
Hi.
I am Dr. Devlin.
I'm one of the surgeons taking care of your daughter.
How is she?
Well, Paige was hit by two bullets.
One of them entered her abdomen and missed all major organs.
Thank God. The other one entered her brain.
We rushed her into surgery,
and we managed to control the bleeding temporarily.
But we need to stop it permanently, and here's where I need your help.
We have two options, all right?
There's a procedure where we would remove the injured part of Paige's brain.
And it would definitely stop the bleeding.
The thing is that surgery would most likely leave Paige
with extreme motor and speech deficits.
[SIGHS]
What's the other option?
A medication called factor VII concentrate.
It assists with blood clotting.
There's a good chance that this would work.
But I have to let you know that it might not.
Well, what would happen if it doesn't?
Paige would die.
I know that this is a very overwhelming decision.
And unfortunately, the longer we take-- What would you do, doctor?
[♪♪♪]
Ms. Wilson, I really wish I could answer,
but it needs to be your decision.
Try the medicine.
And I'll pray.
Mr. Penna, glad you're awake. Call me Gio, doc.
All right, Gio. How's your leg? Throbbing like a son of a bitch.
The orthopedic did have to reconnect your tibia with plates and screws.
So I'm like Ordonez? No, Ordonez had his ankle repaired.
This is your tibia.
Ah. He's a While Sox fan. Good, good.
Last thing I need is some doc here yapping about the Cubbies.
Well, your blood ﬂow looks good, but you might wanna see this.
We had to leave a bullet in your leg.
Removing it would cause more damage than its worth.
Won't that get infected? No, no, no.
The heat from the bullet sterilizes it.
But with an open fracture like this, we wanna keep you in the hospital
for at least overnight to make sure it heals correctly.
Yeah, it's not a problem.
I'm sure a few days won't kill me, right? No.
How you doing, beauty?
Keep it in your pants, Romeo.
Bye.
[♪♪♪]
CONSTANTINE: You're kidding.
All right, send the money over to the usual place.
It's funny. I forgot that I made a 20 grand quiniela bet last week.
Paid over 150 G's. Impressive.
I wish fixing the feds was as easy as playing the ponies.
Special Agent York, Organized Crime. Special Agent York.
Mr. Alexander. Pleasure to meet you.
The C.P.D. wants the FBI to take point on this investigation.
Well, it's nice to see my tax dollars being put to good use.
You have any leads?
I'm working on it.
Additional security guards were put on the payroll recently.
Were you expecting trouble?
Is it a crime to protect one's own business?
Depends on the business.
Mr. Alexander owns a legitimate operation.
Every security guard on the premises carries their firearm permit.
You got any idea who'd wanna hit this place?
No idea at all. Everybody loves me.
For the record, both men shot and killed on your premises
were known associates of Paul Moretti.
Maybe that love doesn't run as deep as you think.
I really don't know Paul Moretti, but I understand he's a bad guy.
Look, I can't help you with any of this.
I wasn't here during the time of the break-in.
Two women were injured as a result of this mess.
One of them's fighting for her life.
Why don't you find out who did it instead of bothering us?
I'll be in touch.
If Titus hadn't tipped us off, we'd have lost everything.
He was looking out for his own interests. You're exaggerating a little, aren't you?
[♪♪♪]
YORK: You have no idea what happened at the warehouse?
GIO: For the last time, I don't remember anything.
It's all blank.
If anything changes, let me know. You got my number.
Hey, Dr. Devlin. Agent York. We met on the Severino case.
That's right. What brings you to the hospital?
I'm investigating the warehouse shooting,
and that patient has a lot of memory loss for a leg injury.
I was hoping you could help. Me?
Sometimes victims say things to their doctors
that they won't say to law enforcement. Of course.
Thank you.
Can I get some more pain meds for my leg?
Hey, doc. Good to see you out of the house. You feeling bother?
Look, Constantine got me the same basket he got you.
Think it fell off a truck? It was Moretti, wasn't it?
I wouldn't know.
Gio, an innocent woman got shot in the head.
[♪♪♪]
You hit the call button? Yeah, my leg is killing me.
Know what? Let's put another request in for dilaudid
and another post-op film for Dr. Robinson.
Will do, doctor. I'll be in Radiology.
So first you were shot.
And new more people are getting shot, Grace.
Some you apparently know.
I wanna know what's going on and I wanna know now.
I can't.
You can't let anyone in, can you?
Not me. Not Brett. No one.
It's no way to live, Grace.
[♪♪♪]
[BRUSH SCRUBBING]
What are you doing? You're spreading blood all over the place.
Gus, go get some hydrogen peroxide and some rags.
Stuff's a bitch to clean up. Come here.
What's this I hear about you spending a grand on a broad?
It ain't gonna affect my kick-ups. I'm not breaking your chops.
Let me tell you something. I never regretted spending a dime on a woman.
Not one. All right, you find a beautiful lady, you show her a good time.
You really like this girl? Yeah.
Take her over to La Scarola. Tell Joanne Armando I said, 'Have fun.'
Appreciate it. Con, I just got a call.
We got eyes on Moretti.
All right, let's go.
Hey, showtime.
[KEYPAD BEEPING]
[MACHINE WHIRS THEN STOPS]
Oh. Come on.
Come on. Hey.
What did this machine ever do to you? Eat my quarters.
Ah.
[THUD AND MACHINE RATTLES]
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
You didn't actually have the ﬂu, did you?
No.
So you lied.
I had a reason.
It's just my brother, you know?
He keeps getting into trouble and I keep needing to get him out of it.
Why not ask for my help?
Because it's the kind of problem you can't fix.
So you just disappeared without a word?
Grace, I was worried about you.
This is the time where you tell me what's going on.
[PAGER BEEPING]
They called a code.
Go.
[♪♪♪]
NURSE: Clear! GRACE: What happened?
WHITE: It's Paige. The factor VII didn't work.
NURSE: Clear!
Her brain's herniated. Tried to get her to the OR, but she coded. I'm calling it.
GRACE: Push 100 mannitol. I tried that.
And three rounds of epi. Give another epi.
Grace.
She's gone.
I'll go tell her mother. No, I'll do it.
[♪♪♪]
Doctor.
Ms. Wilson. Um...
Paige didn't respond to the medication.
Well, then lets try the surgery.
I'm sorry. Your daughter passed.
[♪♪♪]
No.
You said there were options.
I know.
You didn't ever really give me any options, did you?
I mean...
deficits.
What kind of mother wants that for her child?
[Seamus]
You're the doctor, not me. I know.
You're supposed to tell me what to do.
No, you...
[STAMMERS]
No, you get out!
Go.
[CHATTERING]
[♪♪♪]
Keep your hands on the table, Paul.
What do you want? You dead and gone.
But first you're gonna give me Franco. Yeah? Why would I do that?
You're running on fumes. It's the only choice you got left.
Then what? You gonna lat me walk?
Only reason your guy here ain't doing something
is because the police are sniffing around.
You're not as stupid as you look. You want Franco, I got terms.
Keep talking. I want everything north of Madison
with the understanding that if you come over there for anything,
I'm gonna shoot you in the face.
I want what's mine.
Yours? You got nothing. Yeah, you think so?
Nobody wants you around hero anymore. You're no good for business.
Everything worked on the South side when you were gone because of me.
You snaked your way to the top of an operation that was never yours
while everybody else starved.
I paid my dues. You played the game, and you lost.
Hey, you shot me with--
Aah!
You listen to me. This is what you're gonna do.
You're gonna give me Franco. You're gonna get out of Chicago tonight.
Or come tomorrow, fed or no feds, I'm gonna finish what I started.
[GROANING]
[♪♪♪]
Let me guess. Did you get the Italian? The best sub at Graziano's.
It's provolone that makes it so good. There's no provolone in this.
Sure there is. I should know. I'm eating it.
You order it special? The way they make it.
It comes with provolone. No, it don't.
Hey, I'm just saying- I'm saying shut up
and let me eat my sandwich.
Where you been? What happened to your hand?
Banged it in a car door. We're making a move tonight.
A move? Yeah, we're gonna hit Constantine
where he lives: His house.
That's your plan? It's the only play we got left.
How we gonna do it? Constantine's house is like Fort Knox.
You know it better than anyone else, right?
You'll figure us a way in there.
Am I right, Franco? Right.
Fracture fragments look well-aligned.
No hardware displacement to explain the elevated pain.
I was under the impression you left a bullet in Penna's leg.
Yeah, it was lodged in a non-critical area.
Yeah, well, this is 10 hours ago, and this is the current x-ray.
So, doctor, if you didn't remove the bullet, then it's gone rogue.
Which means- lt's in his circulatory system.
We have to find it before it finds vital organs. I'll call the OR.
You grab the patient.
Hey, Brett. Grace.
Can I talk to you for a second?
Not now. I've got an emergency. Later, okay?
Dr. Devlin to room 405. Dr. Devlin to room 405.
[DOOR BANGS]
I'm not gonna hurt you.
What do you want? I'm so sorry.
You almost had me killed.
I can call Constantine, tell him you're here.
Okay, you do what you need to do.
I just need you to slay here and be safe, at least for the next 24 hours.
Just until this blows over.
Until what blows over? I can't say.
Listen, I want to make things right.
I don't know how.
I'm in too deep. Get out.
Leave and never come back.
Now. Okay. All right.
Ms. Wilson.
Have you come to take her away?
No, no. I just wanted to check in on you.
Oh.
I blamed you for her death, but I know it's my fault.
Your fault? No, no, you can't blame yourself.
I moved here to be with her
because I couldn't support myself.
And when you said that there could be deficits,
I didn't think I could handle the responsibility.
I wasn't thinking about her.
I was thinking about myself.
But now,
I would do anything to bring my baby back.
Deficits and all.
Ms. Wilson.
You asked me what I'd do in that situation and I couldn't tell you.
But I would have made the ct same decision.
Oh.
[♪♪♪]
Hi.
Hows your patient?
Bullet embolism.
It's lodged in the pulmonary artery. Caught it in the nick of time.
Sorry I couldn't talk earlier. No, you had a good reason.
Yeah.
Tell me what's going on with you.
[♪♪♪]
I want to...
but I can't.
There's nothing you could say that I wouldn't understand.
I think you'd understand. I just...
I don't think you'd really like me for it.
My mom died a very lonely woman
because she wasn't willing to admit that her marriage wasn't working.
My dad was so caught up in work and politics,
she just became an afterthought. Brett.
I can't be an afterthought.
So you either have to talk to me...
or I can't do this anymore.
WHITE: Dr. Devlin.
I'm sorry about your patient.
Ahem. It was senseless, you know? The police don't even know who shot her.
Maybe the coroner will find something.
Yeah, maybe.
The bullet's still in her body.
Crime lab will run it through their database.
Let's hope they get lucky.
Yeah, let's hope.
Thank you.
Hey, Franco.
You still wanna make things right?
GRACE: Ro?
I am sorry about before.
You want me to let you in.
Ask me anything.
Are you working for the Outfit?
Yes, I am.
And I, uh- Need my help.
Yeah.
Is it legal?
No, it's not.
What do you need me to do?
[♪♪♪]
Grace, you gonna fill me in here?
Yeah, I'm ﬂying to locate the bullet in Paige's abdomen.
Can you ﬂush the lens and clean the image?
Done.
Forceps?
[CLATTERING]
Got it.
Would you open that pill bottle, please?
Is that-? The bullet inside my leg? Yes.
I want the coroner to find it.
We ready to do this? As ready as we're gonna be.
When we get there, there'll be a guard at the rear.
After I take him out, ready to move in. You got the grenade, right?
All right, let's do it.
[SIRENS WAILING]
Son of a bitch.
YORK: Hands up! MORETTI: Okay.
YORK: Keep them up!
Nobody move!
MORETTI: Don't say nothing to nobody.
YORK: Cuff them all. Nobody knows nothing.
Paul Moretti, you're under arrest for the murder of Paige Wilson.
Never heard of her, officer.
Really? Yes, sir.
I'm willing to bet ballistics on this gun say otherwise.
Nope.
Not my gun. Take him in.
[♪♪♪]
Grace, what a surprise. How you doing?
It's been a long day.
Well, I'm glad you're here.
Gives me a chance to thank you in person.
I'm afraid our friend Moretti won't be too happy in prison,
especially with some of my friends I'm gonna send to visit him.
Well, I'm glad things worked out for you.
But I'm not here to talk about Moretti. What do you wanna talk about?
My patient who got shot. She didn't make it.
Now her mother's all alone.
What are you getting at?
I took care of your problem.
Now you take care of her.
You know, make sure she has a nice place to live.
Consider it done. It's the least I can do.
Hey, Grace, you're a real natural at this, you know that?
A real natural.
GRACE: When I found the gun, thought it was my father's,
so I took it and I hid it.
But it wean'! his gun. It was my mother's.
That day, l may have saved my father's life,
but it was my mother who suffered for it.
And I learned something.
[THUD]
I should never make assumptions about anything or anyone.
Moretti's arrest was the biggest blow to the Outfit since the Family Secrets case.
Good work.
Thanks for making sure my cover wasn't blown.
Yeah, well, I had to give Moretti's guys a pass.
You know, Constantine wants you dead.
Yeah, don't worry about that.
I'll find protection somehow.
YORK: None of the other crews wanna go against him.
Moretti's just one rung.
I gotta get in deeper, find a way back in. Operatives start talking like that,
usually means they've fallen for the life, or someone in it.
No, just wanna finish what I started.
I went undercover for a reason. Franco, you're done.
Bureau's working on your papers.
It's time for you to disappear.
[♪♪♪]