NARRATOR: Previously on The Mob Doctor:
You're in Chicago, I own you. That's the deal.
I hear you wanna take over Moretti's deal.
Yeah, that's right. Ain't gonna happen.
I know about the double-dipping. Our cut's 25 percent on all the machines.
You were asking for 15. My brother's not gonna like this.
CONSTANTINE: Celeste. CELESTE: Constantine.
You think uniting the syndicate is good? I do.
It's a Pandora's box. Let's get this meeting started.
If you're not careful, you'll end up back in jail.
Constantine's coming. You have to leave.
I just got you back. No way I'm running. There's no other way. You have to go.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[♪♪♪]
Look, I don't care. Take a bite.
Go on, take a bite. The chocolate tastes cheap.
I don't want cheap chocolate on my punsch rolls.
Stavos. Come over here and taste something for me.
Tastes good.
I want the best-tasting punsch rolls in Chicago.
Spend the extra buck and get the Belgian-dark.
The bakery's just a front, you know. Cash business to launder our money.
Like my old man said, if you're gonna do something, do it right.
Speaking of doing things right.
The Amatos are late with their gaming-machines cut again.
You call Titus.
You tell him I'm gonna take a point for every day he's late.
[DOOR OPENS]
Looks like you have a visitor.
Celeste.
You're giving Trapani 50 percent of our downtown action.
That's right. You promised me 50 percent.
Also right.
So then what's left for you?
Hey, can I get you an espresso or a cupcake?
I don't recommend the punsch rolls.
I'd like an explanation, Constantine. Oh.
Hey, fellas, give me a couple minutes.
The West Side and the North Side both get 50 percent.
I always keep my word.
The South Side gets nothing? You get nothing?
Yeah, well, taking over downtown means a lot more to me than money.
You expect me to believe that? It hasn't been done since Al Capone.
So this is about your ego. You call it what you want.
To me it's about making history.
Hey, what do you say we crack this box open,
we put this nice champagne you gave me on ice?
What?
The bottle of champagne you sent me this morning.
Tino, I didn't send that to you.
CONSTANTINE: Then who did?
CELESTE: What are you doing?
It's rigged with a pressure plate.
[♪♪♪]
Here we go.
You'd bother wait outside.
WHITE: Take-home message, use the ultrasound
to estimate ﬂuid status in septic patients
by looking at the IVC collapse with respiration.
And one last thing. Patient-satisfaction surveys.
Board takes them seriously.
[PHONE RINGING]
I suggest that you do too.
FLANIGAN: Page 3 of your handouts,
you'll find a new script being implemented today.
Dr. Robinson.
[CLEARS THROAT]
'Hello, my name is Dr. Blank. Here's my card.
I am sorry you had to wait blank minutes to see me.'
'Can I offer you an extra pillow or blanket?'
Are we surgeons or room service?
Any doctor receiving three failing grades within a month
will be attending the bedside-manner seminar.
We got a VIP five minutes from the ER. Who's on trauma call?
I am. You're with me. Dr. Robinson, you too.
I'm scheduled for post-op.
Not anymore. Paramedics radioed. The patient requested you by name.
Who's the patient? We're about to find out.
Cycling accident, 28-year-old male.
Head injury with altered mental status.
Right wrist fracture. ALOC. GCS 10. Vitals stable.
Abrasions to anterior chest and extremities.
Who is he? Jack Hanson, U.S. attorney's son.
Why would he ask for you? You know him?
Yeah. He's my brother.
Galvanized-metal pipe. Rubber blasting caps.
Hand me those pliers.
All right.
[♪♪♪]
Tino, there could be a short. Shh. Quiet.
Now all we gotta do...
is figure out who's trying to kill me.
[♪♪♪]
It's disarmed.
Thank God.
So who wants you dead? Nowadays? Pick a number.
One of my girls has a regular on the bomb squad.
I could ask him to take a look at the device, figure out who sent it.
Think you can trust him to keep his mouth shut?
I have a video of him in a compromising position.
Yeah? Well, you tell him to work quick.
Because who-ever did this, they're gonna try again.
[♪♪♪]
Mr. Hanson, squeeze my hand.
Nonresponsive.
If Jack Hanson is your brother, Mark Hanson--
ls my father.
WHITE: Only withdraws to painful stimuli.
Different last names?
It's my mother's maiden name. I changed it during college.
Can we talk about this later?
Run an i-STAT to clear his renal function, then pan-scan him.
I'll roll him to Radiology. No, he's a family member.
You can observe, but from here on, hands off.
Dr. Devlin, how's your VIP patient? His vitals are stable.
Good. I need you for a surgical consult.
Let's go.
Bounce-back lower-right-quadrant pain. Medicine turfed her to us.
You're joking. You already know Ms. Evans?
She's a frequent flyer. She's here for drugs.
Let me remind you that you've received two failing grades on the patient surveys.
Ft was a wound recheck who got mad that I was busy with a ruptured appy
Doctor. And a fecal impaction
who resented the rectal exam. Doctor.
Her chart is up and loaded.
Hi, Miss Evans. I'm Dr. Devlin. Yeah. I remember you.
Sony you had to wait so long. Four damn hours.
Could have died.
You have pain in your lower abdomen, is that right?
Yeah. Okay, may I?
Yeah.
Look, I'm gonna need something for the pain.
I'm allergic to ibuprofen, ketorolac and morphine.
There's this other drug, D”-something. Dilaudid?
Yeah. Yeah.
You have mild diffuse tenderness. No rebound, no guarding.
Strong femoral pulses.
Yeah, this is really all good news.
Are you deaf?
I said it hurts.
Are you familiar with your own hospital's policy?
Excuse me? You need to order a CT,
then get me something for the pain.
You've actually been here 81 times this year,
each time with a new complaint.
Give you any more CTs, your ovaries are gonna glow.
This- It's different this time.
I am gonna follow hospital policy.
I'm gonna refer you to a drug-addiction specialist.
[SCOFFS]
I don't need that.
Please get some help.
[♪♪♪]
Thank you.
[PHONE RINGING]
Hey, Nate. Grace. Can you get away?
Um, I'm waiting on some test results.
Please, it's important. You gotta get over here.
Okay, fine. I just don't have much time, though.
NATE: I'm texting you the address.
[♪♪♪]
We gotta hurry.
Tell me why I'm here. I screwed up.
I know what I said, but I need your help. Just follow me.
If you have an emergency, call 911 .
NATE: I can't call anybody except you. Why not?
Grace...
meet Matty Boy.
A horse.
Thoroughbred racehorse.
Do I look like a vet? No, a vet would call the cops.
Who are you? Grace, Victor.
Call the cops for what?
It's not our horse.
Matty Boy won the Arlington Cup.
His sperm is worth a hundred grand.
His sperm?
Why does he have an erection?
We were trying to get his sperm.
But he wasn't cooperating. Our dummy mare wasn't his type.
So Vic decides to give him a handful of Viagra, and now it won't go down.
The horse has gotta race tomorrow
Yeah, I gotta go. Grace, please.
I have patients who need me, Nate. People patients.
The horse belongs to Vic's boss, Tommy Walls.
Oh, God.
Tommy's with the Hyde Park crew. I know who he is.
He's not the kind of guy you mess with. Vic's in charge of its transport.
It was gonna be an easy score. Please, help me out.
If Tommy finds out what we did, we're both dead.
Carol. Oh, Brett.
Hey.
How's your brother? Still unconscious.
We're assessing his head trauma.
I was there, you know, when he crashed.
We were meeting at the courthouse for a hearing, his first since making partner.
Jack's a partner? Yeah, three weeks now.
It's quick, but your father can be persuasive.
Sounds like Dad. Have you called your family?
The hospital alerted Annabelle. She's on her way.
And your father? I don't know.
I'll call him. Okay.
[♪♪♪]
Ro, thank God.
I got Granny Smith and all the terbutaline we had in the med room.
I marked the bottles 'expired and destroyed.'
Thank you.
You know I love you, right?
Yeah, I can explain. Please don't.
Okay, thanks.
What are you doing? Terbutaline heals priapism in humans.
A horse is a mammal, so hopefully it will work.
Hey there. Hey.
Now what? You wait and you pray.
What's with the plums?
In prison some of the guys used to make a little hooch out of it.
Take a plum, mix it with some sugar.
Anyway, one day the guys got caught
and the warden banned plums for a year.
I didn't know you were such a fan. I'm not.
But the moment I was denied, that's all I wanted.
Mm. Here comes Tweedledum.
Titus. How you doing, buddy?
Hey, did you know there's a Roman emperor with your name?
Titus Augustus. Oh, yeah?
Let me ask you something.
How many machines you delivered? I don't have an exact count.
I do. Hundred and seventeen. It's supposed to be 500.
There's a slight manufacturing delay.
If we're short, our competition gets the jump on us.
It'll cost us millions. I'm handling it.
Yeah, well, I hope you're not messing around.
We all know that you and your brother weren't happy with the price.
Don't screw around. I don't know. You're paranoid.
Stavos, talk some sense into your boss.
We're in this together, right?
You need us to help with that manufacturing delay, say the word.
Security, anything you need. I don't need any help.
I'm telling you guys
I'm gonna have the machines for you by the end of the week.
[♪♪♪]
Hey. How's your brother?
Jack's got a splenic fracture with extravasation and free ﬂuids.
He needs an ex-lap.
He's being prepped for surgery fight now.
Dr. While asked me to scrub in.
[♪♪♪]
I hadn't seen my brother since my mom's funeral.
You guys had a falling-out?
No. It's my dad. We don't really see eye to eye.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Fathers can be tough.
Yeah, but, you know, mine put away two corrupt governors,
so that makes him a hero, right?
It makes him good at his job.
My mom used to say that behind every great man
is an even greater ego.
Hey, I'm gonna head to the surgery, okay?
You'll be around later?
Yeah.
Okay.
WHITE: Hows Brett holding up?
GRACE: Fine, I think.
WHITE: Grade the spleen injury, doctor.
GRACE: Noninvasive subcapsular hematoma
involving over 50 percent surface area,
40 percent devascularization, grade 4.
WHITE: Exactly. So we...?
GRACE: Do a Dexon mesh-wrap splenorrhaphy, save the spleen.
WHITE: Good. First step, mobilization.
ANES: Hold on. BP's falling fast.
WHITE: Can't be from the spleen injury. Not enough blood loss.
He's not perfusing. BP's cratering.
WHITE: Could've thrown a pulmonary embolism. Increase the PO2.
Open the saline wide.
GRACE: Damn it. Run of five. Amiodarone, 150.
WHITE: Screw the repair. We gotta grab the spleen and run.
MAN 1: Protractors. MAN 2: Right-angle clamp here.
MAN 3: Got plasma.
Disconjugate doll's-eyes movements.
He's moving his legs in response to stimuli but not his arms.
That's new. He came in moving extremities times four.
So progressive paralysis following head trauma.
What's the differential diagnosis?
Spinal CT was negative. Maybe central cord syndrome?
SCIWORA? Need an MRI.
He's not stable enough. What do we know about the mechanism of injury?
Chest and extremity abrasions.
Wrist fracture. Which suggests face-plant.
Could there have been extreme cervical flexion?
Carol might know. She's a partner at Jack's firm.
She was there. I could talk to her.
All right, fine. Okay.
WHITE: Take Grace.
Dr. Wilcox. Hows your day?
Well, the gallbladder is getting a HIDA scan,
and I am going to the cafeteria for a blueberry muffin.
That can wait. I need your help with a surgical consult.
Isn't she Grace's patient? Grace discharged her.
She called 911 from the lobby. Paramedics brought her back to the ER.
Mm-hm. I'll page Dr. Devlin. She's on the Hanson case.
This is so not fair.
Yeah. You can thank Grace later.
I need a CT scan, and I'm gonna need something for the pain.
Uh-
I'm allergic to morphine.
There's this, um- This other drug.
I think it's D”-something. Dilaudid?
Yeah. That's the one.
It's 10 times more powerful than morphine.
Well, I got 10 times the pain.
I'll order an abdominal-pelvis CT and two of Dilaudid.
You're a wonderful doctor.
Would you like an extra pillow or blanket?
Dad.
Brett.
It's been too long.
Yeah. This is Dr. Devlin, Jack's surgeon. Well, one of them.
Dr. White, chief of surgery, is handling his case.
Mark Hanson. This is Carol Goodman.
Jack's wife, Annabelle. Hows Jack?
His blood pressure is unstable.
We're having trouble weaning him off the ventilator.
There is a possibility of some brain or spinal injury.
Oh, no. Oh, my God.
I thought the CT was normal. Not all neurological injuries show on CT.
We need to know more about the crash. You saw it happen?
No. I was there. I heard it. I came running, called the ambulance.
It happened outside the courthouse? Yeah, why?
Don't they have surveillance cameras?
Yeah. Yeah, they do. I'll call the courthouse.
We'll have those tapes in 30 minutes.
So you find out who's trying to kill me yet?
Well, it's not that simple.
Our guy put the bomb's markers through the database.
No names popped up.
The device is identical to a bomb that was used to blow up a diner on Belmont.
The cops make anyone on that?
No.
The place on Belmont, is it the Royal Diner?
Yeah, that's what he said.
Why? It was an insurance scam.
The owner wanted to make the bombing look racially motivated.
Took the insurance payout and split town.
And how do you know so much about this, my friend?
I may have consulted.
Yeah? Well, who built the bomb?
Oh, you know him. Jimmy Needles.
Jimmy Needles?
Jimmy Needles.
I'll tell you what. Go have Gio pick him up.
It's time we had a little homecoming with our old friend Jimmy Needles.
[♪♪♪]
WHITE: Ouch.
It's just a glancing blow to the head.
Yeah.
Yeah, see, he fractures his arm here, and then he just rolls.
No major head trauma.
No extreme flexion or extension of his neck.
Can you zoom in?
Okay, stop. Stop right there. Look, look, look.
Look at his hands. He just lets go of the handlebars.
GRACE: He might have lost consciousness before the crash.
We've been going about this the wrong way.
Maybe a neurologic deficit caused the trauma, not the other way around.
So, whats the differential diagnosis for ALOC besides head trauma?
What about, like, a weird toxin exposure or brain infection?
Has he been camping or on any foreign trips?
We've been so focused on the trauma, we didn't ask.
Well, he's comatose. Go. Talk to his family.
Maybe encephalitis. How does dengue fever present?
I don't have a clue.
[PHONE RINGING]
You know what? I gotta take this.
What? The pills made Matty Boy worse.
He's freaking out. Is he still priapistic?
If that means 'Is he still sporting wood?' then yes. He's aggro.
Look, I am in the middle of something here.
Vic told me one of Tommy Walls' gum pissed him off.
Tommy went after him with a blowtorch, burned him.
What do you think he'll do to me? Look, I'll get there as soon as I can.
Hey. A guy in SICU just yanked out his ET tube.
I can get Jack's history on my own. I'll just meet up with you later.
We haven't been camping and haven't been out of the county since 2008.
A couple of weeks ago we went to a legal conference.
Anywhere exotic? Toledo, the airport hotel.
Could Jack have caught something on the plane?
Maybe. We're doing a full infectious workup.
He's gonna be okay. Right?
Just tell us the truth, son.
I always do, Dad.
Jack is becoming less stable.
If we don't find out the cause, then... He could die?
Oh, God.
Annabelle, we're doing everything we can.
[♪♪♪]
I'm gonna go check on Jack.
Easy, buddy. Easy, easy. It's okay. VICTOR: No, no, no.
It's okay. I'm changing the fire now.
I'm gonna get Matty Boy to the track on time. Don't sweat it.
All right, I bought us one hour, two tops. After that Tommy's gonna know.
NATE: Thank God. Hey, take your time, why don't you?
What's wrong with him?
[HORSE WHINNYING]
When was the last time he urinated?
He hasn't.
He needs an intracavernosal injection of phenylephrine.
What, now? I gotta tranquilize him
and drain the blood from his penis.
Whoa, whoa. This horse has to race tomorrow.
The track will test for performance enhancers.
Ketamine's a downer. We should be fine.
What about the phenylephin? Phenylephrine.
Is it gonna show up in a test? I don't know.
Then we can't risk it. Grace.
[HORSE NEIGHING]
After the horse mounted the dummy mare,
how were you actually gonna collect the sperm?
Well, its called an artificial vagina.
[♪♪♪]
Ugh. Let me see it.
It's just rubber tubing filled with water, but we didn't get to use it.
Okay, get me a bag of ice. Why?
I need a noninvasive way to help. Do you have any other questions?
You paged me?
Abdominal CT.
Check out the clot in the mesenteric artery.
Acute thrombosis. Whose CT is this?
Our frequent flyer. You're kidding.
She actually has something wrong this time.
Her bowel's necrosing. Without surgery, she'll die.
Dr. Devlin missed it.
And I caught it. That's all that matters.
CONSTANTINE: Jimmy.
Huh?
Jimmy Needles. Long time no see.
You're not looking too good there.
I swear I didn't know that they'd send you that bomb.
What was that you said?
'They'?
Who's 'they,' Jimmy?
I never meet my customers.
[JIMMY GRUNTS]
[GROANING]
I got a booking system.
My customers get a three-digit code and they leave me cash.
Saw he dropped a package under a bench in Janura Park.
JIMMY: I'm telling the truth.
All right, I believe you.
So, what number is your buyer?
Four-four-seven .
I don't know who that is. I don't wanna know.
That's the way it works.
Oh, that makes sense to me, Jimmy, you know?
Discreet business practice, looking out for your customers.
[JIMMY YELLS]
Listen to me. You're gonna tell me what I wanna know
or I'm gonna crack your head open like a coconut and feed you to my dogs.
The Amato brothers.
Are you lying to me?
Four-four-seven, that's the Amato brothers.
They hired me. I swear.
[CROWBAR CLANGS]
Bobby, cut him loose.
Throw him out in the alley with the rest of the garbage.
You saved Donte's life, and this is how they repay you?
Hey, the Amatos were always greedy pigs.
They figured with me gone, they can get the whole pie.
You want me to set up a meeting?
No. No more talk.
Grace, the ice is starting to melt. Good, then you can refill it.
What, is he playing dead?
He's sedated.
Vic, my hand is starting to freeze. Take over.
Hey, doc, I think it's working. Damn, is my sister good or what?
Hey, Vic. Hang on fight.
Hey, hey. Heh, heh. Good one, man.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You think that's funny?
Dude, you know who I work for?
I-- I think you should walk away, Victor.
Victor, walk away.
You're lucky she's your sister, jack-off.
[♪♪♪]
Look, I know I screwed up, okay?
But can we skip the silent treatment
and get to the part where you yell at me?
You know what? Right now Brett's brother is in the ICU.
And instead of being there, I am dealing with your crap again.
You have got to grow up. I'm part of something right now.
If this had worked- "if this had worked'?
Come on, Nate. You know better.
[♪♪♪]
Thanks.
You could've said no to meds.
There are plenty of hospitals. You have a mesenteric thrombosis.
Like I know what that means. It means without surgery, you will die.
[SCOFFS]
You're a bad liar, doc.
Fine.
It's your funeral.
Read and sign this 'against medical advice' form while I get a witness.
You need a witness for what?
That I explained the consequences of denying the recommended treatment.
See you later.
Wait.
If I agree to the surgery, can I have some more Dilaudid?
No response to painful stimuli at all. It's progressing.
Well, maybe something will show during the spinal tap.
GRACE: Have you seen this?
[♪♪♪]
Is that road rash? He was wearing a suit.
Boggy to the touch. You think there's an abscess underneath?
Will you hand me that Wood's lamp? Thinking fungal infection?
If it is, it'll show up under the black light.
It's not fungus.
It's "Carol."'
CAROL: Brett? Carol. Um...
I had you paged. We need to talk.
What's going on?
Do you know anything about Jack's tattoo?
Oh, God.
Are you having an affair with my brother?
Carol, you've known him since he was a kid,
and you're his boss.
Yeah. We didn't mean for it to happen.
Look, the tattoo's infected.
I need to know where he got it.
Barbados.
It's a tattoo parlor in Bridgetown where they specialize in UV tattoos.
When did he get it? Nine days ago.
So you weren't at a conference in Toledo?
No.
Brett, after your mother passed,
Jack had no one else that he could talk to.
How about his wife?
He never wanted to marry Annabelle. That was your father's pick.
You know that everything that Jack does, your father pulls the strings.
Why do you think he's so miserable?
I didn't know he was.
Since you left, everything your father wanted for you, now it's on Jack.
Now, you can think what you want about me, but please...
don't let him die.
MAN: Bones!
[WHISTLES]
Yo, Bones! Come here, boy!
[DOG GROWLING]
Bones! Hey, that better not be another shoe.
What the hell? Unh!
[MAN 1 LAUGHING]
MAN 2 [ON TV]: Why, you lamebrain. You want a whiskey?
I gotta drive home. So you crash here.
Why would I wanna crash here when I got a lake house?
You're the one who's in hiding. Bastard.
Don't talk about Mom that way.
[LAUGHING]
[GUNSHOT AND MAN 3 GRUNTS]
The hell?
Hey. Fellas, hows it going? What are you watching?
Oh, the Three Stooges.
I love the Stooges, huh? It's appropriate.
A couple of clowns sitting around watching the Stooges.
Sit down.
[♪♪♪]
I want you guys to know I'm disappointed in you.
You. I saved your life.
And you, both of you, I came up with a deal
that's gonna make you a whole bunch of money.
And this is what you do to mo? Huh? You set me up? You try to kill me?
You send me a bomb like some coward?
What are you talking about?
You're saying we sent a bomb? That's insane.
I can prove it wasn't us.
Look on the table. It's our contact for the machines.
I signed them over to you two weeks ago, before you got sent that bomb.
So what?
So your company owns the rights to the machines even if you die.
Why would I kill you? I need you. So, what are you saying?
You haven't done any business with Jimmy Needles lately?
Not to blow up your place. And your code’s not 447?
What are you looking at?
That's our number. I didn't do anything. He's lying.
He doesn't have to lie. He's holding a gun.
Hey, come on. Come on. Come on.
[GRUNTS]
What about you?
I never liked the terms of our deal.
But I accepted them. My brother, he didn't feel that way.
I never thought he would by to take you out.
I believe you.
Really, I do.
So, what's your next move?
[SIGHS]
I'm gonna bury him outside, and if you and I are square,
then we're back in business.
Of course, I'm gonna be absorbing your brother's shares.
I'm sure he would understand.
So we square?
Yeah.
Sony for your loss.
WHITE: The infection could be from a dirty tattoo needle.
MRSA? Can't be. No fever, normal while count.
There's no evidence of cellulitis.
Necrotizing fasciitis? Doesn't explain the neuro deficits.
What about botulism?
I mean, the symptoms fit. Weakness then descending paralysis.
Eyes, respiratory, upper then lower extremities. We have a source.
Yes, very good. How do we confirm it?
Culture the wound, send out for a botulism assay.
In the meantime, we'll dose him with heavy antitoxin.
Do it.
Hey. Grace.
You remember that patient you saw this morning, Tiffany Evans?
The addict who cries wolf. Why?
You missed a mesenteric artery thrombosis.
You did a CT? Yeah.
And then I performed a thrombectomy. She's in recovery.
Then you saved her life. Not that you'll rub that in or anything.
Yeah, maybe a little bit.
God, the one time I stand up to her, fate screws me.
But this time fate screwed us both.
She ﬂunked you on the survey?
I recommended her to a pain-management specialist
who took her off Dilaudid.
[♪♪♪]
GRACE: Hey.
Federal courthouse is right over there. My dad used to call it his tennis court.
Jack and I called him McEnroe because he'd let us skip school
to watch him mop the floor with sleazy defense attorneys.
Sounds like you admired him.
I was young.
Six years ago my mother found a lump on her breast.
It was cancer.
And my dad asked her to delay chemo until after his confirmation hearings
so that there wouldn't be the perception that he was distracted.
Oh-
So she delayed...
five weeks, against doctors' orders,
and it spread...
to her lymph nodes.
[♪♪♪]
My dad gave the eulogy at her funeral.
He said that she was his soul mate, that she was the love of his life,
and then he cried...
and made the cover of TIME magazine,
which is now framed in his orifice.
[WHITE CLEARS THROAT]
Good save, Dr. Robinson.
Your brothers responding to the botulism antitoxin and antibiotics.
He's already off the vent.
I must have bit it hard, huh? Compound wrist fracture.
Ortho had to put a pin in it, so no strumming it for at least eight weeks.
Good thing I'm ambidextrous.
Your throats gonna be sore from being intubated.
So you had a wound botulism. That's why you lost control and crashed.
Botulism? From a dirty tattoo needle.
It's still there.
Who knows?
Just Carol and your doctors.
So let's hear it.
Let's hear it. You're shocked. You're disappointed.
No. I'm sorry, Jack.
Just...
sorry.
For what?
For living your life?
For getting the hell away from Dad?
I wish I had half your guts.
[♪♪♪]
So, what now?
A 10-day regimen of antibiotics. No, I meant with the family.
They're gonna ask questions.
What do you want me to do?
BRETT: It's possible that he contracted the botulism
from a dented can of corn.
But he's gonna be okay.
You saved my son's life, doctor. If there's ever anything you need...
Oh, it's what we do.
Don't be such a stranger, okay?
Okay.
Thank you.
Catch you later. Okay.
All right, I should be going. MARK: Wait. Wait, son.
I know Jack wasn't in Toledo.
I'm proud of the way you handled things with the family.
Dad, I didn't lie for you.
I lied because of you.
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I thought you might be thirsty, so I brought you a gift.
Oh, you've got a sick sense of humor.
Heh. We both do. Oh, yeah?
Boom.
Very funny. Oh, it's cold.
So Stavos told me you took care of the bomber.
Do I know him?
Yeah.
Donte Amato.
And the bastard was even keeping it secret from his brother.
You know, it's a funny business.
He and I used to be good friends.
I think you should propose a toast.
Oh, yeah? Why not?
You got so much to be thankful for.
Well, here's to what you got on your mind.
[GLASSES CLINK]
Sorry.
Not now, Gio.
Somebody's here to see you, boss. Tells me it's urgent.
All fight. Let him in.
He's clean.
I need to talk to you in private.
Who the hell is this guy? I've never seen you before.
It's been a long time.
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Let me tell you something, kid. I never forget a face.
Then look closer.
It's me, Dad.
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