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(Transcribed by TurboScribe. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) Previously on Becker Vinnie DeLuca's suing me for

malpractice.

God, I just spoke to you yesterday.

I mean, what kind of two-bit ambulance

chaser would get their hooks into you so

fast?

Melvin Goler, attorney at law.

Whoa!

Becker, who is this?

Yeah, Bob, she's my lawyer.

We got a lot to do, so just

leave us alone.

Don't you get it?

You could lose everything.

Be smart.

Settle this case.

Look, I don't care how much you sue

me for.

I'm not going to settle.

You may not care about the truth, but

I do.

There's no way I'm saying I'm guilty when

I'm not.

I'll see you two in court.

Oh, good, good, good.

I'm glad you're here.

Look, I made some notes that I think

you should incorporate in your opening statement.

I covered legal precedent, medical background, and some

biographical information.

I also worked in some quotes from Churchill,

Hippocrates, and even a lyric from an old

Beatles song.

Great.

Since you did that, why don't I stay

here and see some of your patients?

Um, look, you know, I'm the one on

trial here.

I want to be involved.

How much more involved could you be?

You're the defendant.

Look, all you need to do is show

up, sit down, and this is key.

Shut up.

What do you mean, until I take the

stand?

Yeah, about that.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Not a good idea?

Why the hell wouldn't you want me to

take the stand?

Don't you want the jury to have a

chance to get to know me?

I mean, how else are they going to

find out that I'm a competent, level-headed,

calm...

Well, it's all there if you need it.

I hope I'll be okay, Margaret.

My granddaughter's getting married next week, and I

want to go to the reception and really

let the dogs out.

I'm sure you'll be fine, Mr. Gordon.

I'll see you in court tomorrow morning, and

don't dress up.

Just look the way you always do.

It'll work for you.

Because I'll look sincere?

No, because it'll invoke pity.

Just take this to this address, and they'll

set you up with something called a halter

monitor.

What's that?

It's a cardiac monitor that you'll wear for

the next 24 hours.

I just want to make sure your heart's

not causing you dizzy spells.

Then tomorrow, you bring the monitor back here?

No, because of my trial, Dr. Klein's going

to be checking the results.

You're my doctor.

I want you to help me.

I don't care if you kill that man.

Oh, boy.

All right, all right.

I'll tell you what.

I'll look at your results myself, Mr. Gordon.

Good.

Thank you, Dr. Pitt.

You're welcome.

Oh, you know, John, it's going to be

okay.

Thank you, Margaret.

But no matter what happens to me, remember,

no touching.

Oh, right.

Forgot.

You know, she's right, Dr. Becker.

I'm sure that once you've had your day

in court, everyone will know that you didn't

do anything wrong.

Oh, well, thank you.

I appreciate that.

Yeah, you ran an ad for a receptionist.

And since my boss almost killed a guy,

I'm going to need a job.

Rancha, some coffee, please.

Actually, make that decaf.

I need to calm down before court.

That's right.

Today's the day.

Are you sure I can't make you something

special?

I've been coming here for years.

I'm positive.

I don't blame you for being nervous.

I mean, 12 people who were pissed they

couldn't get off of jury duty are going

to decide the course of the rest of

your life.

Yeah, thanks for the pep talk, Jake.

Actually, my lawyer said everything's going to be

fine.

Speaking of your lawyer, when is that hot

little piece of corpus delecta going to get

here?

Oh, please.

She'd grind you up like so much hamburger

meat.

Hey, if she's grinding anything, let it be

Bob.

Listen, Becker, all kidding aside, are you okay?

You really do seem stressed.

I mean, you always seem stressed, but today

you seem...

I'm not stressed, all right?

I'm fine.

All I'm saying is, with all that you're

going through, maybe you should consider talking to

someone.

I know this therapist...

You know, then make yourself an appointment, Reg.

You know, why couldn't you have studied something

quiet like mime?

Oh, yes, mime, where complicated thoughts are conveyed

with a simple gesture.

Want to see one now?

Yeah.

Hey, Becker.

What are you doing here?

I came to lend a little moral support.

And you, a little floral support.

Hey, you know, we're working here.

Yeah, you and me both.

Hey, Dr. Becker, how are you doing?

Oh, you know, good, except for the fact

you're suing me.

You know, I was afraid you'd take this

personally.

Ginny, we're about to get started.

Just sit down and look pathetic like we're

rehearsed.

All rise.

The Honorable Marion Reinhold presiding.

Case number 1436, DeLuca versus Becker.

Is plaintiff's counsel prepared to present opening remarks?

I am, Your Honor.

When I get through with you, there won't

be enough left to put in a teaspoon.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm a simple man.

Like many of you, I was raised by

good, honest, hardworking people.

They couldn't give me material things, God love

them.

But they did give me a clear sense

of right and wrong.

Will money make up for almost losing his

life?

No.

Or to his wife and his children?

For almost losing a husband and a father?

No.

Or to his dear little mother, Sophia?

Who almost lived life's greatest tragedy?

To bury a child.

Te amo, Vincenzo.

I love you too, Mom.

Is anyone really falling for this?

And in closing, ladies and gentlemen, I'd like

to thank you for your patience.

Soon, I hope to be able to thank

you for your good judgment in helping me

to right this terrible, terrible wrong.

Butcher.

Miss Saunders.

Vinnie DeLuca spent years abusing his body.

And when the inevitable happened, he looked for

someone to blame.

Dr. Becker is not that person.

That's it?

This guy was up for like an hour,

that's all you've got?

Unless you brought your Italian mother, yeah, that's

all I've got.

Now Vinnie, if you had misgivings about going

to the gym that day, why'd you go?

Because I trusted Dr. Becker.

And when you say Dr. Becker, who exactly

are you referring to?

That man right there.

Oh, come on, who didn't know that already?

I thought you said the jury would see

Vinnie for what he really is.

Yeah, and apparently he's really nice.

Don't worry, they've only heard one side of

the story, things will turn around.

Hey, Dr. Becker, we're going out for some

lunch, you wanna join us?

Has no one explained this to you?

See you later.

Hey, Vinnie, I'll catch up with you guys

in a minute.

Hello again.

Telling you by the way things are going

in there, you obviously have a thing for

losers.

So why not make a date and have

dinner with Bobby?

Will you just get lost?

I saw what that man did, are you

alright?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Wrong answer, call me.

I tell you, Vinnie's sleazebag of a lawyer

is making me sound like some arrogant, irresponsible

bully.

With absolutely no regard for his fellow man.

Hope that fat sack of crap dies.

You know, Becker, you really should consider talking

to someone about this.

Therapy isn't the negative thing.

Give it a rest, will you, Reg?

Ruth said everything's gonna be fine, and I

have complete faith in her judgment.

Oh, Becker, there you are.

I have a riddle for you.

What's this tall and slept with your lawyer

last night?

You give up?

It was me.

What was that you said about trusting your

lawyer's judgment?

You slept with Bob?

I was tense last night after court.

Oh, my God, it's true.

Bob?

Look, I need to stay focused on this

trial.

How smart would it be for me to

sleep with a man I was attracted to,

respected, or ever wanted to see again?

But, Bob?

John?

Yeah, yeah.

I just got here, have I missed anything?

No, the judge is just about to come

in.

Is that your lawyer?

Yeah.

Bob?

You swear to tell the truth, the whole

truth, and nothing but the truth, so help

you God?

I do, so help me God.

Ms. Wyburn, you've worked with Dr. Becker for

some years now.

Is it common for him to antagonize or

intimidate his patients?

Was that a real Bible?

I'm sorry, John.

I have to tell the truth.

You know they can hear you.

Ms. Gilbert, what exactly is your relationship with

Dr. Becker?

I met him when I cut my hand

and he treated me.

By the way, he did that out of

the kindness of his heart.

I never saw Bill.

So, you would consider yourself to be a

good friend of his?

I would say so, yes.

One more question, Ms. Gilbert.

Is it true you're a prostitute?

I don't see what that has to do

with this case.

What's the matter?

Are you ashamed to admit you're a prostitute?

No more ashamed than you should be to

admit you're a lawyer.

No further questions?

Ms. Costas, on the day in question, Dr.

Becker stopped by your diner.

Yes, he did.

And would you say he was angry about

having to go to the gym?

Well, he did say that he thought Mr.

DeLuca tricked him into going.

So, that's a yes.

He was angry.

No further questions?

In all fairness, you know, he did see

a little person that day and they really

creep him out.

I mean, it's not like he hates them

or anything.

Like he does cops, lawyers, religious people, civil

servants.

Ms. Costas, you may step down.

Oh, I've been begging him to see someone.

He really needs psychological help.

She said you could step down.

Actually, on that day, Dr. Becker wasn't even

at the gym with Mr. DeLuca.

He wasn't even in New York.

He was with me at a medical conference

in Denver.

So, you see, he couldn't possibly have had

anything to do with this at all.

Well...

The defense has already stipulated that Dr. Becker

was at the gym with Mr. DeLuca.

Oh.

Well, I came in late.

I'm getting killed here.

What are you thinking?

Maybe sleeping with Bob was a mistake.

That's what's been bothering me, too.

John?

Yeah, Jake, over here.

How you doing?

I'm dead.

What are you talking about?

Oh, come on.

You're making it sound like I reached into

Vinny's chest and ripped out his heart with

my bare hands.

Which, at the moment, I actually feel like

doing.

You could always take him back to the

gym.

The worst part is, my lawyer won't let

me take the stand.

I gotta just sit there and listen to

that guy destroy me.

I mean, you should see the looks the

jury's giving me.

I could lose my practice, Jake.

Yeah.

Well, take it from me, John.

You can lose a lot of things you

think you can't live without.

Life goes on.

What, are you guilting me with that whole

blind thing?

Thought it might give you a little perspective.

Look, even if you do lose, it doesn't

mean you're not right.

It doesn't mean you're not a good doctor.

Thank you, Jake.

I appreciate that.

You're welcome.

Sorry Bob hasn't been around, but I spent

the day writing a letter to Penthouse.

I finally have one that's true.

Bob, last night after we finished making...

Whatever that was.

What did I tell you?

I feel so ashamed?

After that.

Hand me the remote and go?

Before that.

If you ever come near me again, I'll

kill you?

That's the one.

Okay.

We need a new strategy.

Yeah.

Does it involve my grabbing the bailiff's gun

and blasting my way out of here?

That's plan B.

John, I'm gonna put you on the stand.

Well, that's great.

You know, I'm finally gonna be able to

say exactly what happened.

Okay, but listen.

The jury genuinely likes Vinny.

I know.

Now they need to like you.

So keep your answer short and to the

point.

And remember, if you lose your temper, you

lose this trial.

All right, all right.

Oh, and one more thing.

Smile.

You know what?

Forget the smile.

John, I'm sorry to bother you, but Mr.

Gordon is very upset.

It happened again, Dr. Becker.

This afternoon, I got dizzy.

All rise.

Am I gonna be all right for my

granddaughter's wedding?

Please.

I've been starving myself so I can fit

into my best suit.

Dr. Becker, the court is back in session.

Yeah, yeah.

Wait a minute.

You haven't been eating?

Nobody mentioned this to me.

Dr. Becker.

In a minute.

John.

Look, Mr. Gordon, you know, you don't need

a doctor.

You need a cookie.

You got dizzy spells because your blood sugar's

too low.

Oh.

You know, Margaret, do you have any candy

in your purse?

John, you know I'm dieting.

Come on, come on, come on.

Oh, all right.

I'm not going to tell you again.

Hey, hey.

You know, I'm done.

Relax.

I mean, relax, your honor.

Dr. Becker, I don't want to hear your

voice again.

Counselor, call your next witness.

It's him.

It's him.

So once his rhythm stabilized, I discontinued CPR

and turned him over to the paramedics.

But you didn't leave him then, did you?

No, no.

I rode with him in the ambulance to

the hospital and then stayed with him until

he was out of danger so I could

talk to the family.

I see.

So when you visited Mr. DeLuca in the

hospital, what was it that he said to

you?

He said he owed me his life.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Mr. Gohler, your witness.

Behave yourself.

Dr. Becker, why didn't you give Mr. DeLuca

an echocardiogram, an angiogram, or even a cardiac

enzyme test?

I didn't give him a pap smear either.

Look, Vinny had no symptoms, you know, no

family history of heart disease.

It would have been ridiculous to run all

those tests.

It would have been ridiculous to run all

those tests.

It wouldn't have made any difference.

It wouldn't have made any difference.

Who are you talking to?

Who am I talking to?

I'm talking to all the Vinny DeLucas out

there who depend upon their physician to save

their lives.

You know something, now you're just pissing me

off, you know damn well.

Dr. Becker, I'll admonish you to watch.

Oh, admonish this.

Your Honor, may I have a word with

my client?

No, you know, you may not have a

word with your client.

You know something, I'm glad Vinny had that

heart attack.

Dr. Becker, I would strongly advise you to

heed your counsel's advice.

Look, you know, if I'm going to lose

this thing, I might as well say what

I want to say.

You know, Vinny would have had that heart

attack whether or not he went to the

gym.

As a matter of fact, if I hadn't

been with him, he'd be dead by now

instead of sitting there suing me.

Dr. Becker.

You know something, I saw Vinny have a

salad today at lunch.

It's the first time he's seen a piece

of lettuce that didn't come on top of

a cheeseburger.

And look, look at his shirt pocket there.

That's the first time since I've known this

bastard there wasn't a pack of cigarettes in

there.

You know, he's finally learning how to take

care of himself.

And if that's my fault, you know, fine.

I hope he lives long enough to sue

lots of doctors.

All right, now that's enough.

That's the world we live in, isn't it?

You know, where a lawyer like that can

twist the facts just to grab a quick

buck.

You keep this up, I'm going to find

you in contempt of court.

And you.

Yeah, is this why you went into the

law?

So you could tie up legitimate doctors when

they should be treating patients like Mr. Gordon

over there?

Why?

What's wrong with me?

Oh, nothing.

Sit down, will you?

Now, you know what's up with this?

If you want to find me guilty, then

just do it.

But remember, whether or not I'm a nice

guy is not on trial here.

Whether or not I'm a good doctor is.

And if this court can't tell the difference,

then to hell with this court.

Dr. Becker, you're out of order.

No, you know something?

You're out of order.

This whole system's out of order.

Okay, Pacino.

That's it.

You have no idea how much I hate

that damn movie.

I'll be honest.

This is the last place I thought I'd

end up.

But my friend Reggie kept telling me to

talk to a therapist.

And I told her I didn't want any

part of it, but...

And I gotta admit, talking like this kind

of makes me feel better.

Still can't believe I won that case.

I mean, since when did juries go for

the truth, huh?

I guess I also learned something about practice

of medicine.

It's not just about healing.

It's also about covering your ass.

You're right, you're right, you're right.

I should've known that.

I should've also known not to piss off

a judge.

Will you shut up?

Oh, yeah?

Who's gonna make me?

No, actually, I'm done.

I'm done.