The Mob Doctor

Grace: The first time I saw a dead body,

it was the neighborhood drunk.

He was in this field not far from where I grew up...

Bridgeport, South side of Chicago.

I wasn't afraid.

All I can remember,

I just really wanted to touch him.

20 years later, during my first week of med school,

an attending told me

I'd eventually lose count of all the bodies.

But after 237, I still remember every one.

Then again, I'm not your typical doctor.

Lenny, stop moving.

That thing is in my head!

Yeah, well, next time, don't rob a hardware store when you're drunk.

Hey, how's it going?

Hey, did you give him the fentanyl?

Enough to knock out a great Dane.

Lenny: Doc, no one can know I'm here.

That makes two of us.

There's a warrant out for me!

Look. Shut up. I am trying to think.

Moretti said you won't tell anyone,

said you owe him big-time.

All right, we got no slurred speech, no paresthesia.

Ow! What the hell?!

Patellar reflexes are normal. You got lucky.

Just hit your frontal lobe.

I'm hearing bells.

That's my cell. It means I got to get back to the hospital.

My break's over.

You can't leave me.

I am not here for you. I am here 'cause of Moretti.

If it were up to me, I'd pound this thing in another inch and call it a day.

Doctor, please. Douse him with Betadine. Let's do this.

Open wide.

Now, bite down.

And remember, this will hurt you more than me.

On 3, 2, 1.

Sew him up.

Give him a shot of ancef and tetanus.

Good afternoon, Dr. Devlin. Where the hell have you been?

You don't want to know.

They paged me when you didn't show.

Well, I'm here now, and I'd appreciate the assist.

Why don't you scrub in and join us?

Mike: Blood pressure's 110 over 70.

Thanks, Mike.

All right. I'm gonna need a bigger field.

All right.

Scalpel.

10 blade?

Can I get some suction?

All right.

Retractor.

Who shoots an 8-year-old kid anyway?

BGLD.

BGLD?

Big gun, little, uh, discretion.

Grace, nice of you to join us.

Sorry, Dr. Flanigan.

I had a patient with a pounding headache.

And I... got it.

He's tachy.

B.P.'S dropping, and profusion's gone to hell.

Patient's in shock, doctor. Start a vasopressor.

It's cardiac tamponade jvd. Check his jugular.

Mike: Numbers are going in the wrong direction.

Give me an echo, stat. Scalpel.

Where's the echo? Get it in here. Incoming.

Pericardial effusion. It is tamponade.

Spreader.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

All right, guys. Now.

Mike: 10 over 40. Pressure's not coming up.

Got to move, Grace.

You're cutting the pericardium? Ready to boost epinephrine.

Two more units, he could stabilize.

And the cubs could win the world series. There is no time.

Man: Hold it steady.

Got it.

Come on.

Holy crap.

And he's back.

Clean him up and get him to S.I.C.U.

Yes, sir.

Ms. Williams...

Kevin is gonna be fine.

Oh, thank God. He'll be playing roller hockey on burnham in no time.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Excuse me, Dr. Devlin.

Okay. He is in recovery right now.

But I will check back with you in a little bit, all right?

Let me guess... Flanigan wants to discuss my attitude again.

Because, let me tell you, that wasn't attitude in the O.R.

Ro: Flanigan didn't say anything.

It's your mom. She's in the main lobby.

Why? What's wrong?

You think she'd tell me?

Clear the way. FBI.

Hey, Matt, what's going on?

A 47-year-old male came in diaphoretic with S.T. Elevations.

He's got a proximal L.A.D. Lesion we couldn't get past.

The feds have the fourth floor on lockdown.

Get him to CCU. Start an integrilin drip.

Man: Yes, doctor.

Grace, meet me in surgical con "B" in 15.

Chief, she just got off her 24. And?

Acgme rules... after 24 hours, residents are off and gone.

Good rule!

Doctor, you are off rotation, but you're not gone.

I want it.

I'll see you in 15.

Reciting the federal rules to the chief of surgery?

You're picking up my bad habits.

You let him work you like that, he'll only work you more.

That's kind of my plan.

All right. Coffee, then mom.

Ro: So, you recognize your new patient?

He's been all over the news.

Yeah. Sure do.

Witness Protection for more than a year.

Everybody thought he was dead.

There you are, doctor.

Mom. I was on my way to see you in the lobby.

Coffee. I'd love a cup.

Are you okay?

I'm here about Suzie DeMarco.

Grace used to babysit her.

Sweet girl, but, poor thing,

her parents split up when she was 5.

Her mother ran off with our lesbian butcher.

Spitting image of Valerie Bertinelli, swear to God.

Mom, what happened to Suzie?

She came over to the house looking for you.

She said she wasn't feeling good.

I told her you weren't home,

and she passed out right in front of me.

I called 911, and I rode in the ambulance with her.

Well, is she okay? How should I know?

But your doctor friend's taking care of her.

Cuter than the photo I found on Facebook.

Did you call Suzie's father?

He's driving up from Statesville.

Nine hours in traffic. I will go check on her.

I will go with you. You're going home.

I'm going home.

I'll call you a cab. Oh, thank you, ro.

And it'll be here by the time you finish your coffee.

Nice to see you, too, dear.

Hey, Brett.

Hey. I heard you're a friend of my patient's.

Yeah. What's wrong with her?

Not exactly sure. Hypertensive on arrival.

We bolus'd fluids and normalized her pressure.

Appendicitis?

Possible. Lower-right quadrant pain.

I'm looking for a target sign now.

So, I heard you met my mother.

She said that I have good bone structure,

but my sideburns were too long for my face.

And she asked if I was the marrying type.

Want to know what I said?

Woman: Excuse me, doctor.

Yeah? Lab results.

Thank you.

This can't be right.

What's wrong?

Beta HCG is positive. She's pregnant.

Oh, God. I know her dad. He's gonna freak.

No. I mean, this can't be right.

I tried to do a pelvic, but her hymen's intact.

She's a virgin.

Woman on P.A.: Dr. Devlin to conference room "B."

Dr. Devlin to conference room "B." Um, okay, I got to go.

But... unless that's an immaculate conception,

you better check again.

Ralph Severino.

He's a former lieutenant to mob boss Paul Moretti.

Sounds like Al Capone stuff.

FBI's connected Moretti to over 60 deaths and disappearances.

Severino was our key to proving it all,

until he face-planted in court this morning.

What'd you do, park him over at doughnut shop or something?

Barbecue joint in Tulsa. Puts meat on a man's bones.

And plaque in his arteries.

His coronaries are occluded. He needs a cabg...

Coronary artery bypass graft.

Okay. Will he still be able to testify?

Can't say.

Even if he survives the operation,

there's always a chance of memory loss.

Unless we do the cabg off-pump.

Dr. Devlin studied

with the surgeon who invented the procedure.

It allows us to stop each artery of the heart locally

to perform the grafting.

It increases his odds, decreases his chance of memory loss.

But it's new, and it's never been done at this hospital.