All language subtitles for The Mob Doctor - S01E05 - Legacy

When I was little,

my mom had to leave town
for my aunt's funeral.

I thought it would be awful
with my dad.

But my father didn't take
a single drink that weekend.

First-class passenger!

He made pancakes,
and he took us to the zoo.

He even made me fly.

Come on.

Come on.

Okay.
Come on! Here we go!

And for the first time
in my life,

I hoped things wouldn't change.

Faster, daddy!
Faster!

Here we go!

Okay, Sara.
One last deep breath.

It's okay.

Breathing shouldn't be
this hard.

You're gonna be breathing easier
in no time.

They just put the transplant
heart on the helicopter.

It's gonna be here in an hour.

You're sure the heart's for me?

What if somebody in worse shape

pops up last minute and gets
ahead of me on the list?

That is not gonna happen.

As soon as you wake up
from surgery,

you're gonna have
a whole new life ahead of you.

What you looking at?

Abdomen-pelvis C.T.
for a 16-year-old.

It looks like
an intestinal obstruction.

Yeah, the problem is

I can't figure out
what's causing it.

Well, it's a chronic issue,
right?

What about intussusception?

How do you even know
my patient's history?

I was going over the surgical
admits, and it caught my eye.

You're case-fishing.

I have some downtime,

so I figured I'd try to
make myself useful.

Chief put you on surgical leave
because you screwed up,

and now you're trying to wow him
with your diagnostic skills.

I was just trying to help.

I'm good. Thank you.

Sara's new heart
is on its way down.

Dr. Devlin,
begin with a midline incision.

Scalpel.

She's
spiked a fever... 101.

We have to do a septic workup.

We can't transplant
into a septic patient.

She's not septic. Pre-op labs,
X-Ray, urine were all normal.

Why isn't the chest open?

The patient spiked a fever.

Dr. White, if you can't use
the heart, I need to know now.

She needs this heart.
This might be her last chance.

What's our post-op protocol,
Dr. Devlin?

Beta blockers, anticoagulants,

a cocktail of immunosuppressives
to ward off organ rejection.

And how will a patient do
fighting an acute infection

while on massive doses
of immunosuppressives?

Until we rule out infection,

we can't move ahead
with this surgery.

Fine.

Let's move the patient
back to the I.C.U.

I will order the septic workup.

I'll tell Medivac One
to stand by for rerouting.

Grace... I'm sorry.

How you feeling, Will?

Is the tube helping
with the pain at all?

Uh, yeah, maybe a little.

Last time it was this bad,
they had to operate.

Before that,
they treated him with stents,

and the cramps were so bad
he could barely stand up.

Crohn's disease was ruled out?

Along with I.B.S.
And diverticulitis.

What about...

Intussusception?

Well, they checked for that,
but it was negative.

Mom, my batteries are out of
juice. Do you have the charger?

Okay, just check
my purse, honey.

We're gonna have to operate to
relieve the intestinal blockage.

Another operation?
A-are you sure?

With adhesions this tight, surgery
really is the best option.

Mom!

Oh, my God! Ethan!

Are you all right?
Does anything hurt?

- Yeah, I'm okay. It's just my finger.
- What happened?

Let me see. Let me see.
Were you playing with something?

Hey, it's just this cord.
This cord was frayed.

You okay there, pal?

Ethan, that was
a pretty serious jolt.

Dr. Wilcox.

Ethan,
this is Dr. Wilcox.

She's really good at dealing
with burned fingers.

You stay here with Will, okay?
I'm gonna go with Ethan.

Dr. Devlin.

Hi.

I didn't get the heart, did I?

No.

I'm so sorry, Sara.

What happened?

You're running a fever,
and we don't know why,

so until we figure it
out... it's too risky.

Yep.

I get it.

We'll find you another heart.

Get some sleep.

Grace.

What do you need?

I got a friend of mine
I want you to go see.

He's got a unique
medical situation.

I'm gonna let him fill you in
on the details.

All right, where am I going?

What's he in for?

Multi-count
bank robbery.

Killed two security guards
on his last job.

Got life, no chance of parole.

Eddie Nolan, meet Dr. Devlin.
Play nice.

He croaks, it's your ass,
not mine.

So, you're Daniella's girl,
huh?

You know my mother?

Well, I never met her, but I was
Constantine's cellmate.

You spend 15 years
in a box with someone,

you got plenty of time
for details.

I remember when you got the
scholarship to med school.

He was puffed up
like a rooster.

Really?

Yeah.

I know everything about everyone
in the neighborhood.

You'd be surprised
the crap I know.

Will you lean forward, please?

Look, there's no need.
You can put that away.

See, faking chest pains

is how I got transferred
to the infirmary.

Okay, I'm out of here.

No, wait, wait, wait.
I-I'm not explaining myself.

You and I have someone
in common. A Sara Anderson?

She has a bad heart,
waiting for transplant?

You're her doc, right?

I don't discuss patients.

So unless you have
a medical issue...

I'm her father.

Sara didn't mention me,
did she?

I don't blame her.
She hates me.

But her ma died last year,

and I'm all she's got,
which is why...

I filled out
this directed donation form.

It says on my death...
Sara gets my heart.

Sara needs a heart now.

Well, that's where you come in.

I need you to kill me.

The Mob Doctor 01x05
Legacy
Original Air Date November 4, 2012

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Look just do what Eddie wants.

Why are you fighting me
on this?

Because I am not a killer,
okay?

I made that very clear
to Moretti.

Moretti wanted you to kill
someone in cold blood.

Eddie wants you
to save his daughter.

Not this way.

Any way, Grace.

Now, look...
I know your old man...

He wasn't much of a dad to you,

but you take a walk down
Michigan Avenue,

ask any father what he would do
in the same situation.

Fine, but we have other
options... medical options.

I am not resorting to murder.

Keep Eddie's kid alive,
and everybody wins.

So, what's, like, the grossest
thing you've ever seen?

I'm a doctor.
I'm used to gross.

Come on. When you're staring at
blood and guts and dead people,

you never want to hurl?

No, I never want to hurl.

Thanks.

Oh, good news...
No muscle damage.

How's your finger?
Awesome.

All right,
then you are good to go.

Hey, hold on.
What's wrong with your leg?

I'm fine.

Well, the shock may have caused
some nerve damage.

I don't think so.

My leg's been weird for awhile.

Have you seen a doctor?

Two. Neither of them
found anything.

So my mom... she thinks
maybe it's in my head.

Well, how about
I ask your folks

if we can do some tests
on your leg?

Sure.

Hey.

So, guess whose septic
workup is negative.

You're back on top
of the UNOS list.

So, what's up
with the new meds?

That is a dopamine drip.

Unfortunately, your B.P. isn't,
you know, where we'd like it.

My heart failure
is accelerating...

Which happens
when you reach the end stage.

Well, we do have
some good news.

There's a bridge-to-transplant
option.

It's called an "LVAD."
It stands for...

Left ventricular assist device.

And it helps my heart
pump more effectively.

Right.

You can live for months
on an lvad.

When a heart is available, we'll
replace it with the real thing.

I know it's not perfect,
but, um...

It's our last best option.

Sara, is there someone
I can call?

My parents are both dead.

Okay.

All right, buddy, it's time
to get you on the C.T. table.

Sorry, Ethan, but everything
has to come off.

No!

Please, don't.
My foot's killing me.

When you touch it,
it hurts more.

When did that start?

W-when I got zapped.

All right, I'm gonna
take a look, okay?

I promise I will be gentle.

Just pull it off...
fast.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

You've been working for me
for over a month now, Nate.

How's it going?

Good.

Did I do something wrong?

'Cause whatever you think
I did...

No, kid. You didn't
do anything wrong.

It's time for you to step up.

You see, the City of Chicago's
about to pass an ordinance

that's gonna legalize
video poker machines,

and I'm gonna make a fortune
distributing them.

You ready
to get your hands dirty?

We're gonna start
with the old neighborhood.

Remember what I showed you?

You need me
to supervise deliveries?

I get a crew?

First, we get the bars
on board.

- What bar doesn't want poker?
- Everybody wants it.

The question is...
from who?

Me, I've been away
a long time, kid.

Not everybody's glad
to see me back.

What do you want me to do?

Should I get a gun?

Let me tell you something, kid.

A gun... a gun will get
a man's attention.

But there are better ways
of doing business.

You see,
everybody has a past, Nate,

and on Pilsen Street,
that past belongs to me.

We got to remind them
the way things used to be.

All right,
we have a new patient...

Lifer from Stateville,
Eddie Nolan.

Oddly, his chart lists you
as his P.M.D.

Yeah, there's this...
program at my church.

We send volunteers to prisons.

My mom guilted me into it.
We're Catholic.

Well, Sister Grace,
thanks to your charity,

Eddie was brought
special delivery to you.

He's presenting with radiating
chest pains, nausea, dizziness.

Start by ruling out M.I.
and dissecting aneurysm.

Do you mind stepping out while
I give him a physical exam?

- I'll be right outside.
- Thank you.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Having a heart attack.
Mm-hmm.

And you realize the stupidity
of faking a heart attack

when you want to donate
your heart?

I did some research.

I found a drug called etomidate.
Am I saying it right?

Look, never mind.
The point is...

Etomidate has
no adverse cardiac effects.

All's you have to do
is slip me some and a syringe,

and I'll do the rest.

Right, and just lose
my medical license,

not to mention aiding
and abetting a suicide?

No one will know.
I can't do it without you.

You have to keep
my heart beating after I die

so it's good for transplant.

Okay, this discussion is over.

Constantine wants you
to do this.

And word is you owe him.

I have real patients to see.

Please.

The kind of dad I was,
Sara could have been a mess,

but she was in college
getting straight A's.

I was a screwup,
but I kept track of her.

I don't have a life, not really,
but I can give Sara one.

Let go of my hand now.

Be careful, Dr. Devlin.

Watch the aorta.
Years of chronic disease.

LVAD is ready to activate.

- Start de-airing.
- Here you go, doctor.

Confirm with T.E.E.

- T.E.E. Normal.
- Mm-hmm. Got it.

It looks good in there.

Not as good as a new heart.

If you have something to say,
please do so.

I don't appreciate
passive-aggressive behavior.

I'm sorry. I just, um...

I wish we had gone ahead
with the transplant yesterday.

I wish you had
trusted my judgment.

There's judgment
and there's science.

Don't confuse the two.

She's ready to come off
the pump.

Did you Nick something?

No.

There, the aorta tore.

I need side-biting clamps
to control the hemorrhage.

- Here, doctor.
- The aorta won't hold sutures.

We need to bolster it.
She's crashing.

We need to go back on bypass.

No, wait. What about
the pericardium graft?

Do it... now.

Hey.

What are you having?

Uh, I'll have a Bauhaus.

It's a nice place.

You've been here for awhile,
huh, Yuri?

What? Like 20 years?

Do we know each other?

No, I'm here on behalf
of an old friend.

He helped you open this place.

You know who I mean.

He's back,
and he brings gifts...

Video poker, the legal kind.

Hmm. What's the split?

60/40.

I think I'll take my chances
on the open market.

You ain't gonna find
a better deal.

I have respect for your friend,
but his time here is done.

I don't think
you really mean that.

Yeah. I do.

Fine. I'll go.

But I-it's not right,
you know?

Not after everything
he's done for you.

And it's not just the loan shark
he called off

or the deferred interest
on this place.

It's the relationship.

I mean, it would kill him
to have to call in your debts.

But, I mean, if you
can't move these machines...

How many did you say you want?

Was it two? No, it was three.
You said three.

Yeah.

There's been a steady drop
in Sara's main arterial pressure,

rise in her C.V.P.

B.P. Is 80 over 50,
pulse... 122.

Blood from her left ventricle
is overwhelming the right,

causing a backup of fluid
in the lungs.

Yeah, we're maxed out
on vasopressors.

We can try inhaled nitrous.

Maybe piggyback
a right V.A.D.,

buy us some time
to get another donor heart.

But it's doubtful
the patient will survive

another thoracotomy.

I agree.

Is there anything else
you would like to order?

A P.C.A. Pump.

She can self-medicate
during the end stage.

You've done everything possible

to help your patient,
Dr. Devlin.

I have to examine him.

I was hoping I'd see you again.

Your daughter is dying,
and I can't stop it.

So do something about it.

I killed two people,

watched them take
their last breaths,

calling out to God
to save them.

He never showed.

He's not showing up
for Sara, either.

So I should step in?

Why not?

Sara deserves to live.

Yeah, I know that.

But if I start deciding
who lives and who dies,

if I...
If... if I play God,

then I'm no different
than you, am I?

Don't kid yourself, doc.
You play God every day.

When Sara
didn't get that heart,

that's exactly
what you were doing.

No, that was not a choice.

You've got all the choices
in the world.

You just got to take 'em.

I'm sorry.

All right, doctor, well, maybe
there's one thing you can do.

Tomorrow, they're taking me
back to prison.

I Haven't seen Sara in years.

If I could just get a minute...

I'm begging you.

Let me see my little girl.

Sorry. I thought
you could use this.

- It gets cold at night.
- Thank you.

He finally fell asleep.

Let's talk over here.

Ethan's test results
are all negative.

Oh, that's good, isn't it?

Well, it means
that we still don't know

what's causing the issues
with his foot.

Well, I-is there any chance that
it... it could be from stress?

I mean, I know what's happining
to Ethan is extreme,

but...
but it could be, maybe.

Mom! Mom!
Mom, what's happening to me?!

We need some help in here!

Mom, what's happening?!
I don't know, baby.

Mom.
I'm right here with you.

I am right here.
I got you.

Mom, mom, mom,
what's happening?

Can I get you anything else?

No, just the check.

It's on the house.

Thanks.
It's a classy joint.

I heard it almost closed
a few years back.

Yeah. Lucky for you someone
talked sense into him.

So, about the poker machines,
how many do you want?

I'll take four.

Your boss did a lot of good
for the neighborhood.

I'm happy he's back.

Hey, Missy.

What can I do for you, Mikey?

Why don't you show Nate out,

uh, through the Captain's
Quarters, will you?

I'd love to.

Don't be afraid.
Come on. I think you'll like it.

What is that?

Your pulse ox is falling.
I need to go up in the O2.

I don't think the LVAD
is working.

Well, the next step would be
to put you on a vent.

For how long?

Sara, after the ventilator,
we're out of options.

How long do I have left?

It's hard to say.

A few...
a few days, maybe.

This right here

is a patient-controlled
analgesia pump.

It delivers a controlled
amount of morphine

when you push this button.

You can self-medicate
for pain.

I set a stop point

so you can't overmedicate
and sedate yourself.

All this time,
no matter how bad it got...

I never really thought
I was gonna die.

Can I ask you something?

You told me
your father was dead,

and I know that he's not.

He's in this hospital.

He was transferred here
for medical care,

and he would like to see you.

No.
He can't be here.

I think I might understand
how you feel.

My father was
not a good man, either.

He, uh... he hurt me.
He hurt my family.

Then you know I can't see him.

He died before he could
apologize for the things he did,

but if he could...

I mean if he would
say that he was sorry...

I'd want to hear that.

Okay.

I'll see him.

You've been here all night?

Yeah, I'm working
on Ethan's case.

I have reviewed
every differential

for muscle spasms...
Electrolyte abnormality,

toxin exposure,
endocrine dysfunction,

CNS infection.

His symptoms don't correlate
with any of them.

You don't earn brownie points
with the chief

if you don't figure this out.

Ethan's a good kid.

Is it that much
of a surprise to you

that I care about my patients?

Yeah.

Is that what everyone thinks?

Pretty much.

I ran a post-op G.I. series
on will Jamison.

There's still
no mechanical obstructions.

Look at these weird
peristaltic movements.

Wait. Zoom in.

His intestines are twisting.

Yeah, they are.

I need to show you something.

They're both twisting.

Will's symptoms
are gastrointestinal.

Ethan's are musculoskeletal.

But whatever is wrong with them,
they're somehow related.

When did Will's symptoms start?

When he was 12.

Maybe it's a genetic defect
that manifests at puberty.

We need a full chromosomal map
on both these kids.

- Good call.
- Thanks.

We're closed.
We start serving at noon.

It's a nice place.

You know, it looks like
a good place

to put a couple
gaming machines.

Video poker's not my thing.

Really?

'Cause I got reason to believe

that you're a big fan
of gambling.

Oh, yeah?
Who told you that?

An old friend of yours.

He's got fond memories
of a truck heist

that you pulled
on the Dominicans.

Hey, Taveras, you hearing this?

This kid's trying
to shake me down.

Meet Sergeant Taveras.

Uh...

I think you misunderstood me,

so I'm... I'm gonna
get out of your hair.

No, no. How about
you and I step out back?

I know who put you up to this,
Constantine Alexander.

Never heard of him.

Cut the crap, kid.

I'm not interested in you.

I want him.

See, with him
being on probation,

all it takes is one bust,
and he goes back inside.

So just say
Constantine sent you.

How about now?
Ready to talk now?

We can do this as long
as it takes for you to talk.

His name,
that's all I need.

Just one name!

I should clear this.

If he has a pulmonary embolus

and we don't do
the C.T. angiogram,

he could die...
on your watch.

You can wait right there.

No, I can't leave him alone
with you.

Oh, thank you.
Hmm. Do you have kids?

Not yet. Why?

Well, it's just that I'm gonna
blast that room with radiation

equivalent
to like 100 x-rays,

so if you want to be a dad,

you might
want to wait out here.

Okay.

Hi, there, honey.

It's been so long.

I'll just be right outside.

Look how beautiful you are.

Look, Sara,
I-I don't know what to say.

I made a lot of mistakes.

If I could trade places with you
right now, I would.

I mean that.

You went to prison...
When I was 9.

Before that, I saw you twice.

I remember both times.
Do you?

The first time, I was up early
watching cartoons.

You snuck into the house,
went straight to the basement,

grabbed a bag, and left.

You deserved better.
If I could...

The second time...

Mom said that
you were coming for Christmas.

You showed up drunk.

And you never even
looked at me.

Do you know what it's like...

having to lie to people
about your father?

I didn't want anything special.

I just wanted a dad.

I'm sorry, Sara.

I am so sorry.

No.

No?

Don't ask me for forgiveness.

I don't have any to give.

Sara.

I don't even know you.

Take him away, please.

Dr. White.

We need to talk to you
about the Jamison family.

I operated on their son Will.

Oh, of course...
your patient with the, um,

chronic intestinal blockages,
etiology unknown.

I wasn't aware you were consulting
on the case, Dr. Wilcox.

I'm on Ethan Jamison's case,
Will's younger brother.

He was admitted
for severe muscle spasms.

We ran karyotypes
on both Ethan and Will.

These are their PCR maps.

May I?

The DYT1 gene...

Is mutated in both boys.

We believe they have early-onset
generalized dystonia.

Well, that's
autosomal-dominant,

but the parents
aren't symptomatic.

There's variable penetrance.

One of the parents
must carry the gene.

And we'd like to treat the boys
with dopamine antagonists

to combat the symptoms.

Do it.
Keep me updated.

Good job...
both of you.

- Hello.
- Grace.

I want you to meet me
in the ambulance bay right now.

Is something wrong?

I'm not feeling well.

Got a shooter!

Stay down! Stay down!

I need all available C.P.D.
to Roosevelt Medical.

Prisoner down.

Go back inside!

- Get me a gurney!
- Stay back, stay back.

Get away, please!
Get a gurney now!

Stay back!
Folks, back up!

G.S.W. to head.
Let's get him to trauma.

There's brain matter
in his hair.

What are you doing?
He's dead.

His organs aren't.
Ventilate. Come on.

We're gonna get him prepped
for transplant.

Come on.

Constantine Alexander.

Haven't seen you in a while.

Place wasn't the same
while you were away, boss.

How'd my young associate do
out there?

Kid's got a lot to learn,
but he didn't break.

You ask me,
you found yourself a warrior.

Yeah.

Well, you can never be
too careful.

You didn't hurt him too bad,
did you?

Looking forward
to lots more business.

Eddie's C.T. results show
catastrophic brain injury.

I ran the apnea test...
nothing.

He is officially
brain-dead.

- Pat.
- Yes.

Page the anesthesiologist
and put a rush

on Sara Anderson's
pre-op orders.

Right away, doctor. Did you
know Eddie is Sara's father?

She told me.

And do you find it at all odd

that he just happened to be shot
right outside our hospital?

I don't know. He was
on his way back to prison.

Sara has declined the heart.

What?

I was explaining
the directed-donation process.

But when I told her
who the heart was from,

she said she didn't want it.

I'm gonna go talk to her.

Sara, you need to keep that on.

I know why you're here.

You want me to take
my father's heart.

Sara, it doesn't mean
you forgive him.

It just means you get to live.

With a piece of him inside me.

A heart is just a muscle.

Sara, if you don't do this,
you are going to die.

I can't.

Sorry.

I think
I maxed out my morphine.

Okay, I can up your dose.

Thank you.

She just lost consciousness,
but I got a verbal consent.

We have to operate now.

Well done. Let's go.

Will's intestinal spasms
have gone way down

since we started the new meds.

But, unfortunately,
the dopamine antagonists

aren't working on Ethan.

Well, why are they working
on Will but not Ethan?

Ethan's electric shock

caused his symptoms
to go from 0 to 60 overnight,

making his case
more severe than Will's.

Okay, so, now what?

We'd like to implant a device

that sends electrical impulses

to the part of Ethan's brain
that controls movement.

Brain surgery?

Dr. White has performed
this procedure in the past

with great success.

We wouldn't recommend it

unless it was the best option
for Ethan.

There's some paperwork
you'll need to sign.

Dr. Robinson,
will you help them with that?

Thank you for helping my sons.

I can breathe.

That's what it feels like
to have a healthy heart.

My father's heart?

I told you no.

I told you...

I could turn you in for this.

Yes, you could.

And if you do,
I will accept the consequences.

Why?

Why didn't you listen to me?

I didn't want any of this.

I know.

Look, I know your father
was an awful man.

But at the end of the day,
he came through for you.

And you can hate me
for the rest of your life.

But you are alive.

You need stitches.

Do I at least get a painkiller?

You remember when I wiped out
playing bike tag with Mikey D.,

skinned both my knees bare?

You pulled out
your little doctor kit,

and you patched me up
with pretend band-aids.

Yeah, and I also bought you
a "feel better" froggie.

And Grace forgot and put him
through the wash, killed him.

I killed the frog?

- Dead.
- Okay.

Of course,
that was before med school.

I'm gonna go make
some chicken soup.

That always makes you
feel better, right?

You scared her pretty bad.

She called me freaking out.

Don't suppose there's any point
in asking you how this happened.

Guy jumped me out of nowhere.

You know I appreciate you
more than words can say.

But this is my business,
and you getting involved...

it's only gonna make it worse.

Hold still.

When my mom came home
from her weekend away,

my dad started drinking again.

Nate wanted to play,
but I knew better.

It was one thing to believe
he couldn't be a good father.

It was another to learn
he chose not to be.

But as much as I hated the man,

I never stopped wishing
he would reach down,

pick me up, and let me fly.

Faster, daddy!

What do you need, Grace?

You missed our meeting today.

Guess I'm feeling better.

You set up Eddie's shooting,
didn't you?

I did what he asked me to do.

I needed you there
to save his heart.

- How's his kid?
- Angry.

I can relate.

Look, I know I put you
in a spot, and I'm sorry.

But it's a solution
that worked out for everybody.

- Especially for you.
- What are you talking about?

I did a good deed for a friend.

A friend who spent 15 years
listening to you talk.

I bet he had a lot of dirt
on you, didn't he?

You got quite
the imagination there, kid.

Let's just accept the fact
that this ended well,

and that's all there is to it.

I was about to have dinner.
You want to join me?

No, I got to get back
to my brother.

He got pretty beat up today.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Why don't I believe you?

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