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Previously on "The Mod Doctor"

After I killed
Moretti for you,

you decided to stay.

So as long as you're in Chicago,
I own you.

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

He shot me
and stole what's mine.

You're saying
we're gonna take him out?

Oh, my God!

Now, I need you
to get Constantine

to come out here and meet you.

We go meet her, like she asked,
only we go in strong.

Do you want to get out of here?

Answer me!

Grace!

She went that way!

Don't worry about Grace.
Constantine's almost here.

Yeah?

Moretti's alive.
He set the whole thing up.

No!

Where have you been?

I know.
We got to talk.

Constantine's here.
I'm really sorry.

Can I call you right back?

I really appreciate
what you did out there today.

- What about Moretti?
- They drew blood.

It's war.

Growing up,
there was one place in my home

that was off limits.

It was the desk drawer
in our living room.

One day, when my mother
was in the yard,

i decided I had to look
inside that drawer.

I'm not really sure
what I expected,

but I wasn't prepared
for what I found.

She lives.

Hey.

You must have caught
some nasty bug,

'cause 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, uh, 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 then you drop
a couple of hundy on Sushi?

So? I was trying
to impress her.

So what's date two?

You fly her to Italy
for some rigatoni?

Better than spending all my cash
at the strip joints

and getting no play.

What the hell
are you two BSing about?

This shipment of machines
ready to go out yet?

Yeah, as soon
as you give the word,

I'll start to 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 want to
look them in the eyes.

Now, get this thing
out of here.

You heard him, Benny Ballet.

Shut up.

Maybe there was traffic.

Traffic?

What, are you making excuses
for Titus Amato now?

No, I'm saying 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 have to beg
to get my business back.

I shouldn't even
have to talk to these people.

Okay, all I'm saying is a little
patience ain't a bad thing.

See, that's your problem.
Maybe 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 contract, right?
You get me the gaming machines.

And I deliver them.
Do we not have that deal?

Yeah, but I pledged your deal
to Constantine

when you disappeared.

You went M.I.A.
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 right now,

if you don't
straighten this out,

we're gonna go to war, okay?

And then nobody's
gonna be happy

'cause nobody's gonna be
making any money.

You understand what I'm saying?

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, I got...
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.

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 might 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 got to go. Nate.

Constantine wants me to tell him
how you're doing,

so what do you want me to say?

Well, uh
mom's coming home

from Aunt Kate's in a few days.

And, uh, "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 'cause of me.

It's not your fault, Nate.

You say what you want,

but I got you
into this mess, and...

Hey.

Would you please stop
slobbering all over the food?

I'd like to have
a piece of pizza, please.

Uh-huh. Okay.

Um... I got to 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,
so 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, boys.
They're gone for the night.

We're good to go.

Spread out.

Move, move.

We're clear.

The hell?

It's empty.

They're empty.

It's a setup.

Get out!
Move, move, move, move!

Carlo!

Go, go!

Paige.

Paige!

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Thank you.

Oh, my God.

It's not what it looks like.

So that's not a gunshot wound?

'Cause it looks
like a gunshot wound.

Okay, maybe it is
what it looks like.

Which would explain
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?

It's the hospital.

Ro Quintero.

Okay. I'm on my way
right now.

What's going on?

Multiple gunshot victims
en route.

I got to go.
Our conversation is not over.

I'm coming, too.
Uh, 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.

Hey. I thought
you were sick.

Yeah. I heard
there was a shooting.

I want to help.
Where are the paramedics?

Traffic on Michigan Avenue.

Grace,
glad you're feeling better.

Ambulances just arrived.
We got 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.

He's tachy, but his vitals
are otherwise stable.

Dr. Robinson,
he's yours.

35-year-old female,
bullets to head and abdomen.

BP's 180, heart rate 137.

Dr. Devlin,
you're running point here.

Trauma.

63-year-old female
with a 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.

Right now, we need to
make sure you're okay.

On three, two, one.

Paige?

You're at Roosevelt Medical
because you were shot.

If you can hear me,
please squeeze my hand.

Paige? Thank you.

You just made me very happy.

Let's get a head
and abdomen CT.

Full trauma, type,
and cross for four.

How are we doing?
Tibial fracture's open.

I ordered vanco and gent.

One bullet's a
through and through.

The other's lodged near
his posterior tibial artery.

I'll order a CT angiogram, see
if there's any vascular injury.

- We're living in a war zone. Keep me posted.
- Mm-hmm.

Aah.

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's 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 O.R. tell them
to set up for a tendon repair.

Also, page anesthesia
for a brachial plexus bloc

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.

Doctor?

All right, hold her arms.
She's seizing.

Ativan,
one milligram I.V. push.

Hang cerebyx one gram.

- Pull up her head CT.
- Mm-hmm. Got her?

Dr. White, her brain scan
shows a large bleed.

Effacement
of the lateral ventricle.

Pressure must be sky-high
from the bleeding.

Call the O.R. we need to
get in there right away.

I don't get this. There was
no gaming machines there?

They were gone.

All of them.
The boxes were empty.

And you
looked around the place?

Yeah, of course we did.

Well, then,
how could this happen?

The 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.

You know, what we should do

is get out of Chicago before
Constantine tracks us down.

You think so?

Get this
through your stupid head!

We're ain't never
leaving this town!

Nate, um, call me
when you get this.

I know what happened
at the warehouse,

and, uh, I just want to
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, um...
Was hit by two bullets.

One of them entered her abdomen
and missed all major organs.

Thank God.

The other one
entered her brain.

Now, we rushed her
into surgery,

and we managed to control
the bleeding temporarily.

But, of course,
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.

W-what's
the other option?

It's 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.

Well, the orthopedic
did have to reconnect your tibia

with plates and screws.

So I'm like Ordóñez?

No, Ordóñez had
his ankle repaired.

This is your tibia.

Ah, he's a White Sox fan.

Good. Good.

The last thing I need

is some doc in here
yapping about the Cubbies.

Well, your blood flow
looks good,

but you might want to see this.

We had to leave one
of the bullets in your leg.

Trying to remove it would have
just caused more damage

than it's worth.

Won't that get infected?
No, no, no.

The heat from
the bullet sterilizes it.

But with
an open fracture like this,

we want to keep you
in the hospital

for at least overnight
to make sure it heals correctly.

Yeah, it's not a problem, doc.

I'm sure a few days
won't kill me, right?

No.

How you doing, beauty?

Keep it in your pants, Romeo.

Bye.

You're kidding.

All right, send the money over
to the usual place.

You know, 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 CPD 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.

I understand
additional security guards

were put on the payroll
recently.

Were you
expecting some 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 would
want to 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.

Yeah, well, 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,
you know?

He was looking out
for his own interests.

You're exaggerating a little,
aren't you?

So, you have no idea
what happened at the warehouse?

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.

Oh, 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 better?

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.

Yeah, you 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 now more people
are getting shot, Grace.

Some you apparently know.

I want to know what's going on.

And I want to 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.

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.

So, what's this I hear about you
spending a grand on a broad?

Oh, it ain't gonna
affect my kick-ups, boss.

I'm not breaking
your chops, man.

Let me tell you something, kid.

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.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey.

What did this machine
ever do to you?

- Eat my quarters.
- Oh.

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...
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...
I was worried about you.

This is the time where you
tell me what's going on.

They called a code.

Go.

- Clear!
- What happened?

It's Paige Wilson.
The factor VII didn't work.

Clear!

Her brain's herniated.

Tried to get her to the O.R.,
but she coded.

I'm calling it.

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, let's...
let's try the surgery.

I'm sorry.
Your daughter passed.

No.

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?

You're the doctor, not me!

You're supposed to
tell me what to do.

No, you...

You...
No, you get out!

Go.

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 let me walk?

Only reason your guy over here
ain't doing something

is 'cause 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 here anymore.

You're no good for business.

Everything was working smooth
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,

and you're gonna
get out of Chicago tonight.

Or come tomorrow,
fed or no feds,

I'm gonna finish
what I started.

Let me guess.
Did you get the Italian?

The best sub at Graziano's.

It's the 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?

I order it
the way they make it.

It comes with provolone.

No, it don't.

Hey, I'm just saying...

I'm just saying shut up
and let me eat my sandwich.

Where you been?
What happened to your hand?

I banged it in a car door.

Listen,
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 set up like Fort Knox.

And 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.

Yeah, there's no
hardware displacement

to explain the elevated pain.

I was under the impression

you left a bullet
in Mr. Penna's leg.

Well, yeah, it was lodged
in a non-critical area.

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...

It's entered
into his circulatory system.

And we have to find it
before it finds vital organs.

I'll call the O. R..
You grab the patient.

- Hey, Brett.
- Grace.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Uh, not now.
I've got an emergency.

Later, okay?

Dr. Devlin to room 405.

Dr. Devlin to room 405.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

What do you want?

I'm so sorry.

You almost had me killed.
I can call Constantine.

I can tell him you're here.

Okay, you do
what you need to do.

I just need you
to stay here and be safe,

at least for the next 24 hours.

Just... 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...
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 would do
in that situation,

and I couldn't tell you.

But I would have
made the exact same decision.

Oh.

Hi.

Hi.

How's 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.

Grace, there's nothing
you could say

that I wouldn't understand.

I think you'd understand.

I just, um...

I don't think
you would 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... or I can't do this
anymore.

Dr. Devlin.

I'm sorry about your patient.

It was, uh, 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,

and let's hope they get lucky.

Yeah, let's hope.

Thank you.

Hey, Franco.

You still
want to make things right?

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 trying to locate the
bullet in Paige's abdomen.

Can you flush the lens
and clean the image?

Done.

Forceps?

Got it.

Could 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.

Now, remember,
when we get there,

there's gonna be a guard
at the rear gate.

After I take him out,
ready to move in.

You got the grenade, right?

All right, let's do it.

Son of a bitch.

Hands up!

Okay.
Keep them up!

Nobody move!

Don't say nothing to nobody.

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

is not gonna be too happy
in prison,

especially with
some of my friends

I'm gonna send to visit him.

Yeah, well, I'm glad things
worked out for you,

but I'm not here
to talk about Moretti.

What do you want to 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.

When I found the gun,
I thought it was my father's,

so I took it and I hid it.

But it wasn't his gun.
It was my mother's.

That day, I may have
saved my father's life,

but it was my mother
who suffered for it.

And I... I learned something.

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.

None of the other crews
want to go against him.

Moretti's just one rung.

I got to 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.

I just want to 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.

==sync, correction by dcdah==
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