Foxs preposterous organized-crime/medical-show combo platter – the-tells-you-exactly-what-it-is-in-its-title The Mob Doctor – manages to be silly and sappy in equal measure.
Given its ridiculous premise, the show (9 p.m. today) needs to either make viewers buy into it or laugh at it, but it tries to have it both ways. After Dr. Grace Devlin (Jordana Spiro, My Boys) extracts a screwdriver from the noggin of a low-level mob flunkie, she tells a colleague, I had a patient with a pounding headache.
Grace juggles work for the mob with her job as a resident at a Chicago hospital because it was (supposedly) the only way she could save the life of her brother, who was in debt to the mob. She agreed to work off his debt as the mobs go-to physician.
But her familys tangled history with the Chicago mob extends beyond Graces brother. Grace has daddy issues, as Mondays pilot reveals, and she also treats a recently paroled mobster, Constantine Alexander (William Forsythe), who inquires about the well-being of Graces mother (Wendy Makkena) with some frequency.
At her legit job, Grace is in the middle of political drama involving her boss, a colleague and her boyfriend, Dr. Brett Robinson (Zach Gilford, Friday Night Lights), whom she easily pulls into her rule-breaking orbit. When a girl from Graces neighborhood shows up in the hospital pregnant, Grace convinces Brett to lie to the girls father, lest the girl lose an athletic scholarship – her only way to a better life! – if word of the pregnancy got out.
This is not legal, Brett says.
Then its a good thing were not lawyers, Grace shoots back.
Not grounded enough to be taken seriously and not clever enough to be truly funny, theres only one prescription for The Mob Doctor: fuhgettaboutit.