All language subtitles for The Mob Doctor - S01E03 - Protect And Serve

Previously
on "The Mob Doctor"...

So, you recognize
your new patient?

Witness Protection
for more than a year.

I never agreed
to kill somebody.

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.

Hey!

Gracie, what have you
gotten yourself into?

It wasn't Grace, ma.
It was me.

Nate...
No! I screwed up.

Let me deal with her.

You got to
watch that temper, pal.

Nobody's scared
of you any...

You've always been like
family to me, Grace.

But your debt to Moretti...
That would now belong to me.

Nate. What the hell
are you doing here?

You're in way deeper
than I thought.

What do you want, kid?

A job.

- Where the hell were you?
- None of your damn business.

You disappear
for two days,

then come home
with blood on your shirt.

How is that
not my business?

I don't answer to you, Daniella!
I am your wife!

You're
a worthless piece of crap!

Don't walk away
from me, Daniella!!

Even when I was little,
I knew that choices were hard.

They can sit
in the pit of your stomach

and not let you go,
even once you've made them.

I still don't know
if I made the right choice.

But where I come from,

even if you run away,
you never really leave.

Multi-victim trauma incoming.

Family of four.

Status... post hit-and-run
chest contusion.

Minimal shortness of breath.
Daughter's name is Ruby.

I'm scared.

I got her.

Hi.

Next up is her mother.
43-year-old female.

Forehead spidered
the windshield.

She's Brady
and hypertensive.

Gcs 2-4-2. Blown pupil.
Call the O.R.

I'll prep her for you.
This way.

44-year-old male,
her husband.

Right leg
internally rotated.

Weak distal pulses.
Dislocated hip.

Dr. Robinson.
Let's get him to bay 2.

Everybody grab on.

On my count.
1, 2, 3.

Last up...
The son, Max.

12-year-old male. Crush injury
to the pelvis and thigh.

Heart rate 120.
B.P. 80 systolic.

Cbc, trauma panel,
type and cross for four.

All right. Bay 3.
Let's move it.

Claire.
Where's my wife?

Mom has started posturing!
Brain's actively herniating.

No time to get her
to the O.R.

Lidocaine with epi, Betadine,
and a burr hole drill... now.

Mr. Kelton,
I need you to hang with me

for just another minute,
okay?

All right.

My family...
Are they okay?

They're here, Mr. Kelton.
We're taking care of them.

It was a red S.U.V....
Guy must have been drunk.

I tried to swerve,
but he hit us head-on.

Okay, hit-and-run driver
red S.U.V.!

Charlie 2-4. Hit-and-run
vehicle red S.U.V.

We were coming back
from my *** soccer game.

It hit daddy's car,
and we flipped over.

It's okay, sweetie.
We know.

Is my mom okay?

Mm-hmm.

Tell me about you.
Can you tell me what hurts?

I'm fine.

Hmm.

Let's take a picture
of your lungs just to make sure.

I need
a chest film here.

Guess I wrecked
my uniform, huh?

Pan-scan him.

Head, c-spine,
left hip, non-contrast.

Chest, abdomen,
pelvis with.

Right away.

Okay, Mrs. Kelton.
Hang in there.

I'm through
the inner table.

We're at the dura.

Okay.
Run her to the O.R.

I hope you don't have to
give Max needles.

He hates needles.

I know... me, too.

Don't tell anybody.
It's a secret.

My chest... feels... funny.

I need help here!

Give me an amp of epi
and a crash cart!

Where is
that chest X-ray?!

Her pressure's
dropped down.

She was fine
two minutes ago.

Transected aorta.

Why are you stopping?

'Cause she's gone,
Olivia.

You can do
an emergency thoracotomy.

For what? For her?

She's gone.

For maximal
educational benefit.

There's now way I'm ripping
a little girl's chest open

for your benefit.

Call it.

Time of death...
2:17 P.M.

I'm gonna go talk to her dad.

I'll handle it.

You look like
you need a break.

Thanks for coming,
Grace.

I don't have
a lot of time.

This way.

Watch your step here.

What happened?

Thing over on march Lane.

Guy got in a fight,
got thrown through a window.

He smells
like a brewery.

Yeah, it's a bar fight.

Fix him.
I'll be waiting outside.

Hey, you know
who owns this place now?

Jimmy Palmer.

We had some fun down in his
basement. You remember that?

Franco,
I'm not really in the mood.

Excuse me
for making conversation.

What the hell is this?
I don't know.

Must have got hit before
he went through the window.

This mark on his belly
is from a seatbelt, Franco.

This is
tempered glass.

Oh, yeah?
Yeah!

What kind of car
does this jerk drive?

Don't go there, Grace.

An S.U.V.
Shut up!

A red one?

Yeah, how did
you know?

'Cause this guy
just killed my patient.

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right.
My guys will follow you.

Mm-hmm.

That guy on the kitchen table
just killed a little girl.

You expect me to patch him up
and send him on his way?

That's exactly
what you're gonna do.

In case you forgot,
I own your debt.

Who is he?

Don't ask me any questions,
Grace.

I have to
call the cops.

He is a cop.

Patrick Shaw
is a Captain.

Yeah, he's guarding.

Could be
internal bleeding.

Happen to have
an ultrasound?

Very funny.

There's a soda machine
in the other room.

Pull out one of the tubes
and bring it to me.

Grab me that bottle
of distilled water

and one of those bowls.

Ohh, what the hell?!

Easy, Shaw.
She's your doctor.

Ohh,
you're killing me here.

Look, I need to check if there's
bleeding in your abdomen.

If there is,

you'll end up in a hospital
and they'll arrest you.

Hold him down.

Great.

I can't look at this.

- Ohh!
- Geez, Grace!

Ohh.

Okay.

All right.

I'm gonna put some fluid
in your belly.

If it comes out clear,
you're good.

If it's red,
we got a problem.

Ohh.

Is he good to go yet?

Yep. Fluid's clear.

Just got to stitch him up,
and he's good to go.

Hurry up.

Hey, sis.

What are you
doing here?

I'm working.

What are you
talking about?

I'm working
for Constantine.

Are you
out of your mind?

Are you?

Nate,
I don't have a choice.

You don't have to
"save me" anymore, Grace.

Or didn't you
get the message?

I'm not sure it was such a good
idea bringing in the jamook.

Time will tell.

I want you
to torch the S.U.V.

Bring the kid along.

Let me know how he does.

I'm gonna go
talk to our friend.

That's all right.
He can stand up on his own.

They got to get me home.

I hurt like hell.

That's good.
You know why?

Because
you killed a kid.

Because of your stupidity
and your arrogance,

you killed
an innocent child.

If I didn't need you right now,
you would already be dead.

Where are we at
with the Kelton family?

Son is
hemodynamically stable.

He has an extensive crush injury
to the left hip and pelvis.

Hip C.T.S
are pending.

And what about mom?

Subdural hematoma evacuation
was successful,

but she has
ongoing brain edema

and increased
intracranial pressure.

We need to get
the pressure down

before we can assess
her neurologic function.

Nice of you
to join us.

We're doing
everything we can.

We got a description
of the vehicle out.

And we're
canvassing hospitals

and urgent-care facilities
for the driver.

You don't understand.
He killed my little girl!

An accident that bad...
The driver's hurt,

which means he'll show up
somewhere for medical care.

You coming?

Hey,
how long would it take

a slow intra-abdominal bleed
to turn South?

I don't know.
24 hours? Why?

The goal is to prevent

Mrs. Kelton's brain cells
from dying while she recovers.

Suggestions?
Therapeutic hypothermia...

Reduce temperature
to 33 deeeees celsius.

Let's start
with the cooling blanket.

What's in
the hypothermia protocol?

Hypothermia
regulation system,

temp probe foley cath,
and E.E.G. Monitor.

Excellent.
You are running point.

What's bothering you?

Soon we're gonna
have poker machines

in every bar
in the South side.

The whole city's
gonna follow.

You have major Cash-flow
issues, Constantine.

Let me tell you something
about Chicago, pal.

The streets,
they're all paved with gold.

Only we got to get there
first.

You were away
for 15 years.

Power vacuums
get filled.

You have a plan, huh?

I got a lot of plans.

Soon as they
start falling in line,

you'll be
the first to know.

Sorry I'm late.

How's the Kelton boy?

Major arteries in his lower leg
are all crushed.

There's almost
no blood flow.

I'm sorry.

You feel like dinner?

Not even close.

Beer and a back rub?

A little closer.

That girl today...
That was not your fault.

You know that, right?

There's nothing
that anyone could have done.

So, option "a"
is I take you home

and I distract you.

Nice try.

Or option "b" is I just
distract you right here.

So, uh, who's this doctor guy
Grace is dating, huh?

You know, some fancy,
north shore puss.

Big mistake, man.

I always thought
she'd end up with you.

Yeah,
I'm sure you did.

Hey, so did she.

What are you
saying here?

She never told you?

Forget
I said anything.

Told me what?

When Grace was an undergrad

and you guys
were still dating,

she thought you were gonna
pop the question.

She never
said anything to me.

You took off
for New York.

Listen, I had to work
for the cassos.

Moretti had the cops
breathing down his neck.

I had to get out
of town.

You were gone
for a year.

Well, I was stuck.
I didn't have a choice.

She thought
it was 'cause of her.

Well, why didn't
she say anything?

I don't know.
I mean, you know Grace.

I love her,
but she's a pain in the ass.

Hey, watch your mouth.
All right?

You ought to be kissing her feet
after what she did for you...

Bailing you out
with Moretti like that.

You were on death's doorstep,
my man.

I didn't askerer to take on my
debt. I could have handled it.

No, you couldn't, Nate.

And you got no idea
what you're getting into here.

Yes, I do. I mean,
I grew up with this.

You think
I wasn't watching?

You think you know
how these guys end up? Huh?

Constantine's
got money stashed away.

You think
he needs this crap?

15 years the guy's in prison
he's still jonesing for it.

I think
he's gonna get it.

And I want to be there
when he does.

There's three ways
this goes down, all right?

One... he gets it.

Two... he gets busted.
Three... he gets killed.

That's a one-out-of-three
shot, Nate.

Well, I'm a gambler,
right?

This is no life.
You still got choices.

I'm making mine.

You do the honors,
then.

Congratulations, my man.
You're a felon.

What's up, Max?
How's the leg?

It looks like frankenstein,
but it doesn't hurt.

Hey. Good morning.

This is Dr. Devlin.

We figured we'd hit you
with the hottest doctor we have.

That's a good strategy.

So, where's your dad?

I told him
that I was okay

and that he should
stay with mom and Ruby.

Why?

Um... you know how parents like
to get all the gory details.

No kidding...
You should have seen my mom

when the coach was compiling
stats for all-stars.

Did you make the team?

Players cup...
Two years in a row.

Were you a soccer player
when you were young?

"When I was young."

Yeah... center midfielder.

I'm a striker.
Eight goals this season.

Seriously?

And twelve assists.

Am I gonna have to sit out
the rest of the season?

It's too soon to tell,
buddy.

We'll be back in a little while
to check on you, okay?

Mom.

I was at the bakery
with the girls when you texted,

so I brought you
some pastries.

Thank you.
What's up?

Can we sit down
and talk?

We need to talk
about Nate.

What about him?

You know his new job?
Yeah.

He's working
for Constantine.

That's why you don't know
any details.

No, he knows better
than that.

No, he doesn't.

You got to talk some sense
into him.

Tell him
what it did to dad.

I don't know
what you mean.

You told him
all those stories.

They were lies, ma...
About dad, they were lies.

And Nate needs
to hear the truth.

Your father was a good man.
He was a drunk.

Look, mom...
If you don't tell him the truth,

Nate's gonna
go down that same path.

I got
no control over him.

You really
believe that?

Franco told me
you did good last night.

It was nothing.
No problem.

Don't sell yourself
short.

You know why
I brought you here?

We're sitting on asphalt

that was delivered
by trucks that I owned...

Out of a city yard
that I controlled.

This street and hundreds
of others like it...

They were money in the bank
before I got sent up.

That bodega over there?

Dave Jay... he fenced
more stolen electronics

out of that place
in one day

than your average box store
sells in a week.

I protected him.

We all made money.
Everybody was happy.

What happened?

If... if you don't
mind my asking.

Set up...

By a two-bit punk
by the name of marcellus coin.

He wanted a piece
of what I had,

only he didn't have the nerve
to get a gun and take it.

Instead he set me up with
the cops, and he ratted me out.

Piece of crap.
Doesn't matter.

Marcellus coin
is "mi morte vam."

What matters
is the future.

You see, all this
got taken away from me, Nate,

and I'm gonna get every inch
of it back and then some.

You want to be
a part of that?

Yeah, I do.

Well, it's gonna be
a tough fight.

And there's only one way
to know when the fight's over.

When they put
the other guy in the ground?

No. When they put
you in the ground.

Oh, hey.

Hey.
How's your day going?

Two surgical consults.

I had to open up
a lap chole that went South.

Compared to yesterday,
that's not so bad.

I can't stop thinking
about that little girl.

Oh. Oh, and Olivia wanted to
open her up for practice.

Any improvement
with Max's leg?

Brett's getting
an angio.

How long
have I known you?

You got to go easy,
babe.

You lay your heart
on the table

every time a patient
draws a crappy hand,

pretty soon there's gonna be
nothing left over.

Yeah, I know.
Do I got to drag out

the Margarita mix
and the "mean girls"?

No.

It'll just make me
think of Olivia.

You can't
fix everything.

No, but you got to try,
right?

Grace,
what are you doing?

I... I just got to
take care of something.

Her temperature's down
to 33 degrees,

but her brain pressure
isn't improving.

No response to stimuli.

What can we do?

We wait.

Max's angiogram results
are back.

The thigh
has massive edema.

The femoral artery and its major
branches are all compromised.

Any more tissue death,

the boy's at risk
for acute tubular necrosis

and kidney failure.

Opinion, Dr. wilcox?

Extent of
the devascularized tissue

is set up
for rhabdomyolosis.

Well, the femoral artery
proximal to the injury

is healthy, and it's got
all its collaterals.

We could bypass the injury
with a graft.

There... there'd be
plenty of blood supply

for Max to keep his leg.
That's a long shot.

A protracted
vascular surgery

increases the risk
of septic shock.

Not necessarily.

I appreciate that
you want to save the boy's leg,

but you have to focus
on saving his life.

We go with
the definitive treatment.

You need
to talk to the father.

Get his consent
for an amputation.

Hey.
Hey.

I got your text.
What's the big emergency?

I can't do this,
Franco.

I am covering up
a little girl's murder.

Listen to me... if you knew
the situation with Shaw,

you wouldn't want him locked up.
Aw, don't give me that crap.

He's the head of
the gang task force, Grace.

I don't care if he's the head
of the freaking universe.

Wow.

When we were little kids...
Little kids...

You ever see a dealer
anywhere in bridgeport?

Huh? No, because Constantine
was running things.

So what?
It wasn't exactly paradise?

No, but we didn't have
these disciple creeps

selling us smack and rock
in front of our school.

Hey, you remember
the Krasik kid?

Yeah,
she O.D.'d last month.

Yeah,
because of them.

See, Constantine wants these
chumbolones to go down hard.

The only way that's gonna happen
is with Shaw.

Shaw's planning
a raid on the disciples

in a couple of days.

He gets locked up,
that's done.

Then Constantine
handles it,

and that's a lot more blood,
Grace.

You do not want that.

Yeah, I don't know,
Franco.

Come on, Grace.

Let this guy buy his way
back into heaven.

Let him
clean up the streets.

And you're doing this out of
the goodness of your heart?

Laura Krasik's Uncle
was a friend.

We take care of our own,
Grace,

like I used to
take care of you.

Besides,
since you fixed him up,

the raid's still on.

You did fix him up,
right?

I got to see him...
Soon as possible.

Grace.

I may not always be here
to cover for you.

I found him slumped over
the table in his apartment.

It's my gut.
It's killing me.

Who is he?
He's a cop with a bad spleen.

Don't worry...
He doesn't bite.

His insurance card's
in his wallet.

I'll call you later.

What are you doing here,
Devlin?

You don't have
a surgery scheduled.

I know
'cause I'm your attending.

Patient came in
with a belly bleed.

I need to do
a laparotomy.

Did you get a C.T.?

Already did
an ultrasound...

There's free fluid
surrounding the spleen.

His pressure's dropping.
I-I should really get going.

All right.
Any issues... gege me.

All right, thank you.

I figure
there's a reason

why this patient gets
the special treatment, right?

Look, I'm sorry, okay?
I know it... it's messed up.

So, I'm just gonna
trust you?

Let me fix the spleen...
Get in, get out.

How you doing,
Mr. Kelton?

Her hand is so cold.

We have to slow down
Claire's metabolism

while her body
tries to heal.

But can she feel it?
I mean, she's freezing.

No. No,
not while she's unconscious.

It just protects
her brain.

I know it's hard.

It just... takes time.

I do need to talk to you
about Max.

We need to make
some decisions.

Well, he was doing good.
He's watching TV.

The hospital wants you

to sign off
on amputating his leg.

Oh, God.

Truth... I do not agree
with the hospital.

There is a chance
that we could save his leg

by bypassing the injury area,
but that...

...may increase the risk
of his leg becoming infected.

And if that happens?

If that happens,
he could die.

I will do
everything I can

to make sure
that does not happen.

I know this is hard.

But after talking
with Max,

the thought of
not fighting to save his leg

is incomprehensible
to me.

We can take his leg...

And your son
will absolutely survive.

But it's up to you.

Oh, hey.
You're home early.

Just passing through.

Nate.
We have to talk.

About what?

About your father.

What about him?

I said
a lot of things...

Because I wanted you
to have someone to look up to.

What is that
supposed to mean?

Your father
was a drunk...

Who had more affairs
than I can count.

What the hell
are you talking about?

What are you doing?

He made a living
beating people up.

And by the time
you were born,

the only way
he knew how to communicate

was with his fists.

I don't know why
you're saying all this...

Because you're working
for Constantine now,

and I don't want you
Toto end up like your father.

Grace put you up to this,
didn't she?

Oh, what difference
does that make?

I got places to be.
Goodbye, ma.

Grace, I'm trying to
track down Dr. Robinson.

Any idea where he went?

He is in the O.R.
with Dr. Guthrie

doing the femoral bypass
on Max Kelton.

Is something wrong?

He was supposed to
get consent for amputation.

I... I'm sure
there's a reason.

There damn well
better be.

You ever done
a femoral popliteal bypass?

No, sir. I observed one
when I was a first-year.

Well,
let's make it quick.

I got box seats
to the sox game.

I'll get you through the graft.
Close at your own peril.

What the hell's
going on?!

Well, let's see...
Vascular attending, Betadine,

bright,
shiny instruments with us.

Must be a surgery.

Why did you talk Scott Kelton
into this surgery?

Why did you even
offer him the option?!

If I were Max, I'd at least
want my doctors to try.

It's a quality-of-life issue.

It's quality-of-life?

It's our job to make sure
he has a life.

For God's sakes, Stafford,
take a breath.

You advocated
for a dangerous surgery

with a father who's
under terrible emotional stress,

and you left me
with no option but to allow it!

Well, that's the thing
about bells...

You can't un-ring them.

I told him the risks.
He signed the consent.

Now,
with all due respect, sir,

I've got a 12-year-old kid
on the table.

I couldn't
get ahold of Shaw.

Well, he was banged up
pretty good.

He probably
just turned his phone off.

He screws up
this disciples raid,

I'm gonna
rip his throat out.

I mean,
you know I told Grace

it was payback
for the Krasik kid O.D.'ing.

She buy it?
I think so.

Hello, Constantine.

Daniella.

Look at you.
You look beautiful.

Mm.

How you been?

I'm fine. You?

Still on
the right side of the grass.

Give us some privacy,
will you?

It was good to see you,
Daniella.

Would you like a glass of wine,
a little champagne?

Nothing.

We haven't seen each other
in 15 years.

The least we could do
is share a toast.

I want you
to stay away from my family.

Grace came to see me.

So did Nate.
Now you.

That hardly seems like
"stay away," dannie.

Please,
don't call me that.

You used to like it
when I called you dannie.

Listen, I got nothing
but good things in my heart

for your family.

Which is why I'm asking.
Cut Nate loose.

Mrs. Kelton's
brainstem reflexes are present,

and she's withdrawing
all four extremities to pain.

That's
a big improvement.

Dr. White,
can... can I have a minute?

We're kind of
in the middle here.

Ah, it's fine.

Start titrating
down the midazolam drip

and recheck her icp.

Make it fast...

I have a "death and donuts"
seminar in five.

Okay, well,
it might not be my place,

but what Dr. Robinson did
is not really out of disrespect.

You are correct...
It's not your place.

When we were first-years,
you told that story

about the resident who used to
write down everything you said.

- Chen.
- He indexed it all.

Right.

And when a patient came in,
he would check the index

and see what you said to do
the last time.

Yeah, the kid was rocket good
with the alphabetizing.

Unfortunately, he was so busy
predicting how to please me,

he fused a patient's
cervical vertebrae

when all she really needed
was aspirin and some physio.

And the moral of the story
is you're not really a surgeon

until you stop following orders
and start making your own calls.

I'm glad to hear you're
paying attention to my stories,

but it's still
not your place.

Thanks for stopping by,
kid.

Whatever you need,
boss.

What can I say?

Looks like
a few things fell off a truck.

I've been wanting
to talk to you, Nate.

You know, this thing we do,
this business that I'm in...

It's not for everybody.

And I want you to know,

I think
it's right for you.

What do you think?

I told these morons
I wanted them to pick me up

some new 3d tvs,
and this is what they get me.

You want me to talk to them? Nah.

I want you to give one
to your mom.

Lock up
on the way out.

Hey.
How did the surgery go?

It's too soon to know.

Well,
he's got a strong pulse.

Yeah, it looks like
the graft worked.

Look, I understand
why you did it, but...

I know.

Dr. White was right.
I just...

Couldn't let that father
face another horrible thing.

Do you need a break?

It's Max's room.

What happened?

Pressure's down
to 60 systolic.

Heart rate's at 160.

The graft
must have ruptured.

He's gonna bleed to death
into his thigh.

We've got to pinch-off
the artery.

Get Dr. Guthrie.
He already left.

Start two units
prbcs and page Dr. White.

Wound's open.

How's Max?

We redid the bypass,
transfused over 60 units.

Everything looks stable.

Well,
that's great news.

Next time, secure the graft
with a running stitch.

Next time?

You're not gonna
beat me up over this?

No, I'm gonna
beat up Guthrie instead.

He shouldn't have left
before you closed.

He had a... thing.

Truth is I could kick your ass
from here to Arkansas.

But residents
beat themselves up enough.

Anything I'd do
would be redundant.

Her brain pressure
has improved,

so we're gonna
try and let her wake up.

Max is doing really well.
He should be fine.

Oh,
her temperature's at 37.

Just about
back to normal.

Can she hear me?

It's worth a try.

The doctors just told me
Max is okay.

His leg is okay.

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

Hi.

How is Ruby?

Announce and out of turn 3
comes castillo in the 21 car

and basil in the 23 car.

Hey, doc.
When can I get out of here?

What are you doing?

Where are we going?

Where the hell
are you taking me?

Hey!
Give me an answer!

That right there, Captain Shaw,
is the family that you hit.

And that's
the chief of surgery.

Here's what
he's telling them...

That their 8-year-old daughter's
aorta was torn from her heart

and she didn't make it
out of the E.R.

Their son Max,
he almost lost his leg.

It's a good thing
his doctor is so stubborn...

He didn't let
that happen.

And now the mom...
That mom is gonna spend

every waking moment
in occupational therapy.

With any luck, she will brush
her own teeth by Christmas.

And that's
because of you.

Look,
it was an accident.

No, it wasn't.

You killed
a little girl named Ruby.

You killed her.

Constantine wants you
to clean up the streets,

but I want you to know
it doesn't square us.

Here... why don't you
hang on to that?

What do you think?

I-I don't know
if I should accept it.

Don't be crazy.
It's free.

Check it out.

Where'd that come from?

Constantine...
He wanted ma to have it.

Well,
you can't keep it.

Come on.

When have I ever been
able to do anything for you?

This is a good thing.

Enjoy it.

Uh, if Nate says it's good,
then, uh... maybe it's good.

Do you really
believe that?

Constantine spent
15 years in prison, mom.

He's not a good guy.

The only reason
he got sent away

is 'cause a guy named
marcellus coin set him up.

Yeah, I know
the marcellus coin story.

I'm just saying
before he went away,

the neighborhood
was better off.

Things ran better.
No one got hurt.

Nate,
he's buying us off.

You don't see the strings
attached to that thing?

It's not okay.

Ma, it's not okay.

Here's to business,
and here's to pleasure, boys.

And from the crime-watch
desk just a few hours ago,

Chicago police
launched a surprise,

city-wide raid
against the disciples,

one of Chicago's
most violent and feared gangs.

Captain Patrick Shaw, commander
of the gang task force,

led the raid that confiscated

over $4 million worth
of heroin and cocaine.

♪ Girl, you better wake up ♪

♪ girl, you better run ♪

♪ first thing in the morning ♪

♪ faster than a bullet
coming out of that gun ♪

♪ tells you that he loves you ♪

♪ then he take it all back ♪

♪ girl, you got to wonder,
girl, you got to wonder ♪

♪ girl, you got to wonder
'bout a man like that ♪

♪ girl, you got to wonder,
girl, you got to wonder ♪

♪ girl, you got to wonder
'bout a man like that ♪

The raid netted
a dozen arrests,

including
high-level gang figures

shorty lomas and Eugene
"monster" poe.

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ girl, you better wake up ♪

♪ girl, you better run ♪

♪ first thing in the morning ♪

♪ faster than a bullet
coming out of that gun ♪

The most notable arrest

is that of marcellus coin.

Marcellus coin has been
the reputed

leader of the disciples
since the late 1990s,

when his testimony led to
the arrest and incarceration

of infamous South side outfit
boss Constantine Alexander,

who was only recently paroled.

You're a son of a bitch!

Yo, slow down.

The whole gang-raid thing,

it wasn't about
cleaning up the neighborhood.

It was about getting revenge. I
don't know what you've heard, but...

It wasn't about drugs!
It was about marcellus coin.

All right,
you listen to me right now.

This ain't gonna be good for you,
Gracie! You need to step back!

As soon as
I send this e-mail,

Chicago P.D.'s
gonna get his medical records

with a note that says

his injuries
are consistent with the car a...

Please, please, don't.

Don't you lie
to me again.

As a kid, I realized
I couldn't just disappear.

I had a home and a purpose.

And while I can't say I've
always made the right choices,

they've been the ones
I can live with.

And over time, I've learned

the choices
that generally piss people off

are the ones
that let me sleep at night.

Captain Shaw's
gonna be arrested.

He killed a little girl.

It's on him, not me.

Good.

Good for you.

You did the right thing.
The hell with him.

Joe, get the car.

And my mother
doesn't need your gifts.

Well, I didn't think
she needed it.

I just thought
she would enjoy it.

We had a nice conversation
by the way.

She spoke to you?

Yeah.
That's what I said.

After you.

Look, Grace,
what can I say?

I've always had
a weakness for the devlins.

Ohh.
Grace.

Walk away.

Just walk away!

Brought you
some deep-dish.

You look good, Moretti.

Up and about?

There's no more loyalty,
Franco.

None.

What am I doing here,
then, huh?

Staring
at these freaking rocks?

I heard
the damn bomb missed.

The good news is the old man
doesn't know who did it.

Listen. I helped you.

Thanks to me, Constantine
thinks you're six feet under

in kenosha,
instead of...

Instead of what?

Hiding out in a freaking trailer
like a field mouse?

I made a lot of guys
a lot of money,

a-and everybody's
rallying around Constantine

like he's the second coming?

They're gonna come back.

He shot me
and stole what's mine.

I'm on the side
of the angels now, Franco.

Well, these angels...

They gonna kill Constantine
for us?

Oh, well, you know
what they say, Franco.

God helps those...

That help themselves.