Death Wish

- 911. What is your emergency? - I just shot my brother!

Help me!

The girl's recovering from a shooting...

Two teens, the victims of deadly gunfire...

Chicago will end 2016 with a surging murder rate...

"Sway in the Morning."

We gotta talk about what's happening in Chicago.

On the line right now.

The problem is, they don't care about us.

We don't got enough education.

A 17-year-old boy was shot and killed...

A 12-year-old girl is recovering from gunshot wounds...

762 murders, more than 3500 shootings...

The government ain't comin' for you.

Things are worse than ever before.

We're gonna keep this topic going

because something has to give in Chicago.

Squad B-9116, emergency! 10-1 emergency!

Shots fired at the police! We have an officer down!

Coming in from South Loop, we're on Wacker Avenue.

We're heading towards Chicago North. ETA about two minutes.

Multiple GSWs in his chest. He's in critical condition!

Have a trauma surgeon meet us at the ER entrance.

Be advised, officer en route.

Multiple gunshot wounds, ETA two minutes.

We can do it, stay awake!

Move! Jesus Christ!

Come on!

- Let's go! - What do we have?

Gunshot wounds to the chest! Massive bleeding!

Coming through.

Come on, stay with me, buddy! Don't close your eyes!

Out of the way!

No pulse! No pulse! Jesus Christ! Somebody help me!

Come on, buddy! Stay with me, buddy!

- Get ready! Over here! Nurse. - Come on.

Get Dr. Kersey! Get Dr. Kersey now!

Dr. Kersey, you're needed in Trauma 1.

- Chris, switch with me. - Got it.

Thanks.

Gunshot wounds, including one to the neck.

- Vest? - Yep.

- Doc, please! - Hold on. Thoracotomy tray now.

Five units of O-neg stat. Five more en route to the ER.

Get the OR ready.

Yes, Doctor.

Let's call it.

Time of death, 12:24am.

Got here in six minutes.

- I couldn't go any faster. - It had nothing to do with you.

His heart stopped. He's lost too much blood.

We did everything we could.

- I'm sorry for your loss. - Shooter's in two, Doc.

Sorry.

Dr. Kersey, OR 2. Dr. Kersey, OR 2.

What? Now you're gonna go save the animal that shot him?

If I can.

I think it's running slow.

Maybe it's time for a new one.

- No, I like this one. - Hmm.

They said nine.

- She's going to get in. - I know. I just miss envelopes.

This online crap.

Oh, my God! Yay!

That sounds like a good scream.

Sounded like a very good scream.

- Hey, guys, what's up? - Hey, baby. Want some breakfast?

- Mm-hmm. - How are you? How you doing?

- I'm good. - Yeah? You hungry?

- I'm starving. - Want some eggs?

Yes, please.

Are you excited for your game? Eh, it's just a game.

I thought I heard a noise upstairs. Did you hear anything?

Yeah, I thought I heard something. What was that?

Thank you. I got in.

I got in, I got in, I got in!

I'm so happy! I'm so happy, Mom!

- I'm so happy! - I'm gonna be living in New York City!

I will fly home on weekends to do laundry, I promise.

OK, OK, good.

I have to text Sophie to see if she got in.

Our girl is going to college.

I'm happy.

- Really. - Yeah?

You have to tell that to your face.

Mm, baby.

- Come here! - Watch the defender!

Go, go, go!

Come on, Jordan. Let's go, Jordan!

- Jordan! - Let's go!

I had it in my head that she would go to Northwestern, some place close.

Yeah. My dad was happy when I wanted to leave Texas to go to college.

- Well, this is different. - How is it different?

It's just that now we are the ones that have to let go.

That's a foul! Hey, that was cleats up! What the fuck, ref?

Oh!

I guess I just didn't think it would happen so fast.

That's a bullshit pass, Brianna! You know that.

We're gonna see her more than we think because we've got Thanksgiving,

we've got Christmas, and we get to go to New York City.

Foul! That's another foul! Jesus Christ!

You're gonna give yourself a heart attack.

I wasn't talking to you, Lake Shore Drive.

No, you were talking to everyone. Just dial down the language.

- There's kids here. - Or what?

Uh, Paul, come on.

I would shut the fuck up if I were you.

That's a good idea. Why don't you do that?

Be me and just shut the...

Think that's funny?

Say it again.

Come on, funny guy. Say it again.

Now you're quiet, huh?

- Come on! - Stop. Stop it, hey.

Come on! Stop it!

Oh, that's right. Get your wife to defend you.

Pussy.

It's all right, It's all right.

So then the guy gets right in Dad's face.

- He starts shoving him... - Spitting right in my face.

I had to get in the middle of it.

- I was gonna punch the guy. - Oh, my God.

Why didn't you whup this guy's butt, like in the old days?

- Thank God your mom came over. - Wait, Dad, the old days?

- Your dad was a scrapper. - Yeah.

- Really? You never told me that. - Back in the day, he would have.

Tell her. Tell her.

I used to fight with my dad, fighting all the time.

Screaming and crying in the house.

And guess who was crying. Me. I lost every fight.

- Terrible. - I still love you, Dad.

Take krav maga. You study that.

This way, when you go to college

and guys get a little too aggressive with you, you know what to do.

- Don't look at me like that. - No, maybe I already know it.

Whoa-whoa-whoa! All right!

Seriously, she trains Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Watch out.

- Really? - I found a boxing gym in Tribeca

that all the supermodels go to, so I'm going to go there.

Uh, speaking of college, how about your PhD?

That's very nice of you to remember.

Yes, 15 years in the making, I am soon to be a doctor.

- Cheers to Mom, right? - How about that? Come on.

Two Dr. Kerseys! Can you believe it?

- Are you gonna call me Doctor? - Yes, I'm gonna call you Dr. Baby.

Here's to Dr. Kersey. Thank you.

How about two Kerseys that aren't doctors?

- How about cheers to us? - Non-doctors.

I want to get a big puffer jacket and UGG slippers.

- How much? - Two grand.

What, two grand, what?

Hey, I've been convicted of a crime. It's not like I'm a criminal, but...

This cashmere? Yeah.

- It's OK. - All right, thanks, man.

Pauly, thank you.

No worries.

He's got the money, not me. Hey, thank you so much.

MJ? Bulls fan?

Nah, it's my name. Miguel Javier.

- Ah! - I know, I know, I know!

- La Bamba at one o'clock. - Love you!

- It's La Fonda! - At eight o'clock, OK?

Three o'clock. I got it. Wednesday, eight o'clock, La Fonda.

I wouldn't forget a restaurant like that.

- See you guys. - Bye!

Wow! You look nice.

So do you.

- You like your present? - Yes. And I love you.

Aww!

Oh, and who is this calling?

Oh, no!

Hi, Susan! Yes, he's right here.

You guys ready?

Hi, Susan. I was just trying on my birthday present.

No, I had worked it out with Terry. Is...

OK. Hm-hmm. Yeah, see you soon.

Terry has a 104 fever.

- So, no birthday dinner at La Fonda. - Hm-hmm.

I'll go tell Uncle Frank.

- Sorry, Daddy. - It's all right.

Had my heart set on that tres leches cake.

- I know, me too. We'll have it soon. - All right, baby.

We will celebrate tomorrow night.

Don't worry at all. Promise.

- Try and stay awake. - OK, I will.

I will. Bye, honey.

- Sorry. - It's all right.

Hey, Paul. Happy birthday, old man.

- Oh, come on. - First base line.

You better be taking me to that game.

Why can't we Postmates La Fonda? It's easier.

Our cake is gonna be so much better because we're gonna make it with love.

La Fonda makes it with love and we know that Dad already loves it.

- So it's kind of a win-win. - No, it's his birthday.

He's gonna love knowing that we actually made the effort.

We did the work.

So we can dirty up the kitchen, then pretend that we cooked all night.

Honey, we're making the cake.

Honey, could you get me my iPad? It's upstairs on the nightstand.

- Sure. - Thank you.