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Crowd: "Wheel... of... Fortune."

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MC: From Television City in
Hollywood,

one of America's
most loved shows.

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The famous wheel is
spinning your way,

with lots of cash and an
assortment of sumptuous prizes.

And now, here's your host,

Bob Goen!

Hey there. Hi, everybody.

And thank you, Charlie O'Donnel.

And welcome to you at home.

Thanks for joining us on
"Wheel of Fortune."

We have three eager players
with us today.

So let's get right to it
and introduce

our lovely hostess,
Ms. Vanna White.

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[applause]

And our three players.

First off, our current champion
is Edna Girth.

Goen: Edna.
- Hi.

Goen: Tell us
something good here.

- Well, I'm doing great.
Goen: Yeah.

I want to keep winning.
I love that money. [laughs]

That about sums it up,
doesn't it? Okay.

In the middle is
Douglas Brackman, an attorney.

- Hello, Bob.
Goen: Hi.

I have two wonderful sons,
I'm single,

and I work in a
downtown firm.

What did Shakespeare say, "Kill
all the downtown lawyers"?

- That's right, Bob.
Goen: Well, welcome.

And down on the end,
Chicago, Illinois,

brings us Jeffrey Wolin.

Goen: Jeffrey, I know you
were a little nervous

before the show,
but you look okay now.

I'm fine. Ready to play
"Wheel of Fortune."

Okay, well let's get right
to it then, shall we?

Let's take a look at
our first puzzle.

Category is a "phrase."

Goen: And, Edna, you're
going to start. Give it a spin.

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Edna: Come on, come on. I want
that big money. Come on.

[crowd cheering]

Goen: Hey, three hundred.
- Uh, how about a "T"?

Goen: Yeah, good choice.
We do have a "T" for you.

Edna: Spin it again, Bob.
Let's see some big bucks.

[applause and cheering]

Goen: One-fifty.

Okay, um...

H-- how about an "L"?

Yeah. Good choice.
We have two "L's."

Edna: Alright. Yes. Ha-ha!

Oh, baby, baby,
come on, twelve-fifty.

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Goen: Oh, slow down.
- Stop, stop.

- Stop! Oh. Oh.
Goen: Slow down. Oh.

Goen: Too bad, boy.
Well, you were on a roll, too.

I'm so sorry.
Douglas, over to you.

[applause]

Come on. [claps]

Brackman: Twelve-fifty.
Twelve-fifty. Alright.

Here we go. Twelve-fifty.
Nice opening spin.

Let's see. Uh, uh...
I want a "B."

Good choice.
Two big "B's" over there.

Goen: Okay, you have
$2500 already.

You want to spin,
solve it, buy a vowel?

- I'm going to try to solve.
Goen: You're kidding.

"Bald is Beautiful?"

How about that? He's right.

[crowd cheering]

[laughter]

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First up, on an
administrative note,

I'll be out of the office
again tomorrow afternoon.

Brackman: As the currant
champion on "Wheel of Fortune,"

I've been invited back for
another round.

- How much did you win?
- Eleven thousand cash.

- Plus the dinette set.
- Wow.

Brackman: I thank you
for your support.

On a second
administrative point,

let me note for the record,
the absence

once again of C.J. Lamb
from this staff meeting.

Brackman: I've spoken to her
four times now,

obviously to no avail.

Hm. I'll talk to her. Let's go.

Next item, the Totten tax case,

which has now turned
into the Totten audit,

thanks to our ever vigilant
tax expert.

The IRS swooped down, Douglas.

They just pounced. Nobody
could have seen it coming.

Pouncing is what we're here
to prevent, Stuart.

It's what the
client pays us for.

Leave him alone, Douglas.

Brackman: Steve Totten is a
million dollar client.

We have to fend off this audit.

I'm on it, Douglas, okay?

Rosen vs. Harbaugh.

Yeah, couldn't settle.
We start today.

- This can be won.
- Come on, Victor.

The doctor could've
prevented this.

I think you're absolutely right.

- It's just he had reason to--
- There's no prospect cause.

Man 1: You wanna talk
about this--

Okay, okay,
let's not try it here.

Victor, do what you can
to settle it.

Leland, I have been trying to
settle it. But they've offered

fifteen thousand. Now,
how the hell do I convince

the victim's family
that her life

was worth less than a Volvo?

That's not the question.
The question is

making doctors
responsible for every

unfortunate event,
even if their parents--

Ann, he knew what was happening.

He damn well should take
responsibility.

- Come on, Victor.
- You have no case, no way.

Alright, that's enough!

Do the best you can, Victor.

Douglas, move on.

That's it. We're adjourned.

[door closes]

They told me, but I had to see
this for myself.

Tommy?

- Tommy.
- Ahh...

Well, you actually moved into
a stinking suit and tie shop?

Hey, I tried to phone you and
your line was disconnected.

Yeah, I hit a few bumps lately,

but the phones are on again.

Listen, sweetheart,

have I got a present for you.

Non-smoker, lung cancer,
second-hand smoke.

I beg your pardon?

Mullaney: The doctors tell me
it's for real.

Thirty-two years old,

parents smoked Victory Menthols.
He never smoked.

And he has lung cancer?

Mullaney: It could be a big
case, C.J., and it's all yours,

but you've gotta move.

There are two depos
scheduled this week.

- So why don't you want it?
Mullaney: I do.

But, uh, tobacco companies
hire lots of lawyers.

Motions, paper from word
processing hell.

Having trouble keeping up.

Plus which my malpractice
insurance just lapsed.

Tommy...

Yeah, like I said,
I hit a few bumps.

Take care of this guy for me,
will you? I like him.

[chuckles] How about we do it
together? Co-counsel.

- You don't have to do that.
- I'm thinking of the client.

We couldn't possibly
get up to speed

for two depositions this week.

You know the case,

and you are probably
a better litigator

than anybody I've got here.

You try the case,
we provide the back up,

you cut us in for
one third of the take.

- Serious?
- Serious.

Leave the file so I can
review it.

And schedule the depositions to
take place here.

It's not here.

Gwen! It's not here!

Gwen: What?

- What's wrong?
- I can't find it.

- What?
- 1987.

The whole correspondence
from the field office.

Totten's coming in
tomorrow to go over it.

Now, how could we lose
a whole year?

We didn't.
Stuart, it's right here.

You're gonna hyperventilate.

Will you sit down and relax?

Breathe into this.

[paper bag rustling]

[exhales]

- Better?
- Thanks.

I'm sorry.

I can't believe it was sitting
right there.

I'm going off the deep
end, aren't I?

You're fine.

You're totally
prepared for this.

Well, I don't feel prepared.
[sighs]

I feel scattered,
I feel disorganized,

but I don't feel...

I'm scared. I've done
hundreds of audits and I...

feel like it's the first time.

Listen.

You know the pension
fund backwards.

You found the
best SEC consultant in town.

And you've got every schedule
Totten ever filed in your head.

Stuart, the IRS...

doesn't stand a
chance with you.

They're not going to know
what hit 'em.

Do you really believe that?

Absolutely.

Thanks.

Mrs. Klein, what was your
relationship to Barbara Rosen?

Klein: She was my sister.

We were very close.
We were 18 months apart.

And how did your sister die,
ma'am?

She was murdered.

Beaten to death by her husband.

Your Honor, the parties
stipulate that Barbara Rosen

was indeed severely beaten
on November 15, 1989,

by her husband, Peter Rosen,

that she died the next day
as a result of her injuries,

that Pete Rosen was convicted
of voluntary manslaughter

and is now serving
six years in state prison.

- So stipulated.
- Mrs. Klein.

Could you please tell
the court why you are here today

suing your sister's doctor?

Yes. When Barbara's
autopsy indicated

long term bruises and injuries,

I had her medical records
subpoenaed from Dr. Harbaugh.

Sifuentes: And what did you
find in those records?

A history of physical abuse

dating back over ten years.

Klein: Black eyes, broken ribs, concussions.

It was all there.

All of these injuries were

inflicted by your
sister's husband?

Yes, and Dr. Harbaugh knew it.

Klein: He saw the bruises.

He knew she was a battered wife.

And yet, he did nothing.

Well, what would you
have him do, ma'am?

Klein: He should have
told the police.

Or at least he
could have told us.

He was our family doctor
for over 15 years.

Klein: But he just repeatedly

kept sending her
back home to be beaten.

He just stood by...

and let my sister...

get murdered.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Klein.

Mrs. Klein, you say you
and your sister were close.

How often did you see
each other?

Whenever I came into town.

And on holidays, so maybe
four or five times a year.

Did you ever see any evidence
that she was being abused?

Klein: I remember once,
she was limping.

And I remember a bruise.

But she had explanations
both times.

Duffy: But you suspected abuse,
didn't you, Mrs. Klein?

- I never knew how bad it was--
- Why didn't you tell anyone?

Why didn't you report it
to the police?

Because I...

I-- I didn't know how
serious it was.

- Did you ever ask her?
- No, because I--

Duffy: Because you respected
her privacy.

But Dr. Harbaugh
shouldn't have.

He should have treated
your sister like a child,

even though she was a
grown, educated woman.

He should have done his job!

Duffy: He should have assumed

that she didn't know
what was good for her

and made decisions that were
rightfully Barbara Rosen's.

You saw what Peter did
and you did nothing.

Duffy: Move to strike.
- You let my sister get killed.

Okay, let's tackle the limited
partnerships.

Right. We have all the
prospectuses on file,

including favorable opinions

by two major accounting firms.

Gwen: They're indexed by year,

but we also have cross files

by venture and state.

Uh, Ms. Taylor ran
Mr. Totten's returns

through the computer, along with

partnership reports
and changes in the tax code.

What she came up with was
pretty interesting.

Uh, in some cases Mr. Totten

actually failed to take losses
he was entitled to.

Hmm.

And we also have chapter

and verse on pension plans,

and financial statements,

and depositions by fiduciaries.

And we're more interested in...

deductions and securities.

Especially the boat.

All documentation for
business use of the Sea Witch,

dating back to 1982.

The bottom shelf has the ship's
logs and galley receipts.

And our independent consultant

reviewed all of Mr. Totten's
securities transactions

and found no tax liability
whatsoever.

Gwen: She signed off on
each one.

Individually?

Mr. Markowitz thought
that would be best.

Alright.

If you can chart all this out,

have a written summary
signed off by the accountant

on my desk at 9:00 a.m...

- I'll call off the audit.
- You will?

Three pages, single spaced,
including file references.

It's a deal.

[clears throat and sighs]

Markowitz: So, uh,

9 o'clock, it will be there.

I can hardly wait.

Thank you.

[telephone ringing]

[Gwen sighs]

- Yes!
- Ha-ha!

[sighs]

We have a lot of work to do.

Oh, I can stay as late
as you need me.

You're the best.

Huh, dinner's on me tonight.

Now, we'll send out
if we have to,

but if we get far enough along,

I know this really nice place.

Because we just pulled off
a miracle.

[sighs]

I smoked maybe three cigarettes
total when I was a teenager.

And when were you diagnosed

with lung cancer, Mr. Sheppard?

Sheppard:
Two years ago. And the doctors

told me it was from
years of breathing smoke,

growing up in a house
where both parents smoked.

That's just wrong.

Tommy: Excuse me, sir.

You are not the witness here.

Tomorrow you will be
the witness.

That's when I'll be asking
the questions.

Don't threaten my client.

I'm just trying to
shed some light here.

- He seems a bit confused.
- Come on, boys.

Let's get on with it.

The doctors made no
conclusive findings

about your exact cause of
cancer, now did they, sir?

They said they
thought it had to be--

I'm not interested in
what they thought.

Tommy: You interrupted again.

Don't make me smack you.

This is a deposition,
Mr. Mullaney, not a rugby match.

Flaherty: And anymore
comments from you, and I will

suspend this proceeding
and move for sanctions.

You take up a judge's time with
a stupid motion like that,

he'll be glad I smacked ya.

Did the doctors...

conclusively find

that your lung cancer

was caused by second-hand smoke?

- That was their opinion.
- Their opinion.

Thank you.

Okay, we're done.

Flaherty: This proceeding is
adjourned.

We'll see you all tomorrow.

Just a little more up here
and we're in business.

I should have used my free turn.

Another letter,
I could've solved it.

Tough break.

Okay, you're all set.

These have to be a
size smaller.

They're cutting off
my circulation.

- Hi.
Vanna: Hi.

You know...

I've been a big admirer of
yours for some time now.

Please, there's no conversation
with Ms. White.

Okay, no conversation.

I'm just going to take my shot.
I'm not in the industry.

I'm just a boring
corporate attorney

who leads a very dull life.

But I happen to have
8 o'clock reservations

at Le Dome tomorrow night.
Will I be eating alone?

Yes, you will. Regulations.

We're not allowed to
have any contact

with contestants during
the game.

I see. So if it wasn't
against federal law

you might consider it?

Cute.

[indistinct chatter]

Cute.

This woman was your patient, doctor.

I did everything I could to
help Barbara Rosen.

I really did.

Besides treating her physical
injuries, what did you do?

I listened to her. I urged her
to get marriage counseling

or go into therapy.

I even tried talking to Peter.

Harbaugh: But he wouldn't admit
that he had a problem.

Duffy: What about Mrs. Rosen?

Did she respond to your
suggestions?

No. No. She begged me not to
tell anyone.

She was so sure that Peter
was going to change.

I tried to tell her
that he wouldn't.

Did you try more than once?

Every time she came in
with an injury.

But talking about it
only made her feel worse.

Harbaugh: She was scared that
people were going to find out,

that Peter was going
to divorce her

and take away her children.

Dr. Harbaugh,
do you feel you fulfilled

your professional obligations
to Barbara Rosen?

Yes. I diagnosed her

and I strongly recommended
a course of treatment.

Harbaugh: But there was nothing
more that I could do.

Thank you, doctor.

Dr. Harbaugh...

why was it that you didn't
report to the authorities

that Barbara Rosen was being
abused by her husband?

She made it clear that she
didn't want me to.

Well, sir, what if you
were treating a child

that you suspected of
being abused?

Barbara Rosen wasn't a child.

Sifuentes: And, doctor,
aren't you required

by California law to report

any case involving injuries

that you reasonably believe

were inflicted by
a criminal act?

Yes.

Sifuentes:
Well, I'm going to refer to your

own medical notes here, sir.

Uh, July 20th, 1989, quote,

"The patient suffered
severe lacerations

"as well as a concussion.

Appears to have been struck
by a blunt instrument."

You didn't consider
that to be a criminal act?

I had no proof that she was
struck by anybody.

Sifuentes: Well, why didn't you
tell the police?

Harbaugh:
The police aren't going to act

on a doctor's suspicion.

Sir, why didn't you at least

report it to them
and give them a chance?

Because all that would
have happened was

Barbara would have sued me

for breaching confidentiality.

Oh, so that's why you

decided to stay quiet.

- Fear of being sued.
- That's one reason.

The other reason is that I am
also required by law

to uphold the confidentiality
of my patient,

and my patient asked me
to stay quiet.

But your patient wasn't in
control here, doctor.

She was being terrorized
by her husband.

Obviously her judgment--

That's a psychiatric
observation, counselor.

- I'm not a psychiatrist.
- Come on, doctor.

You knew what
she was headed for.

Hey! I warn my alcoholic
patients to stop drinking!

Most don't! I urge battered
wives to leave their husbands.

Most don't!

One more time,

I'm going to go back to
your own records here.

Mrs. Rosen's injuries

were progressively
getting worse.

They weren't just black eyes
and broken ribs.

You had two concussions here.

- A broken nose--
- Yes, but--

But what, doctor?
What were you waiting for?

- This is badgering!
Judge Saucier: Overruled.

How badly would Peter Rosen
have had to hurt your patient

before you would have done

something to help her?
What, a broken neck?

Sifuentes: Fractured skull?
- Your Honor!

Sifuentes: How much does it take

before you decide

to get involved, doctor?

[melancholy music]

So there-- there I am with
the love of my college life.

And I'm crazy about
this girl, right?

We go to this very fancy
restaurant,

which I can't afford.

Now, this place is very
romantic.

And it's got candles
on the table.

- Mm-hmm.
- And it's got these huge menus.

So I'm reading the menu,
and I don't realize

that the menu's perched right
over the candle.

- Oh, no, you didn't. No...
- Oh, I did.

So, all of a sudden
I hear this scream,

and I look up and
my menu was burning.

- You know, it's up in flames.
- Ha-ha.

The maître d' is running around,

the waiter comes over
to the table,

grabs the water,
and he throws it,

not on the flames,
not on the menu.

- No.
- Right on my girlfriend.

- No-ho-ho-ho.
- Oh, yeah.

She... she dried out
eventually.

But the relationship was
never the same.

[laughter]

Thanks for dinner, Stuart.
I had a wonderful time.

Well, thanks for your help.

I couldn't have done it
without you.

- Yes, you could.
- No, I couldn't.

You're one hell of
a support staff.

And you are one hell
of a lawyer.

Stuart, we can't do this.

- We can't?
- No.

Yeah, right.
We can't. I'm sorry.

[Gwen sighs]

I acted just like Arnie Becker,
didn't I?

You could never be like
Arnie Becker.

You're a decent, mature man.

And if you weren't married,
maybe things would be different.

But you are, and I work for you.

And I don't want that to change.

Neither do I.

Look, this was all my fault.

You don't have to worry
about your job.

I'm not.

We better get back to it, huh?

Yeah. I just have to
print out the final draft.

- I'll clean up tomorrow.
- No rush. No rush.

So, did you ever
go back to the Chez Pierre?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.
One time, years later.

It was a laundromat then.
The restaurant had burned down.

But I had nothing to do with it.
I didn't.

[laughing]

[melancholy music]

Let's go home, Stuart.

[instrumental music]

So, in your opinion, Dr. Cahill,

the, uh, defendant
should have intervened?

Of course. Simply treating

a patient's injuries
is not enough.

If the doctor is aware of the
underlying "disease" of abuse,

he has to do everything
he can to cure it.

Sifuentes: Even if a patient,
like Barbara Rosen,

denies that the abuse is
occurring?

Especially then. Denial by
the victim is-- is a symptom.

It's part of being terrorized
by the batterer

and the cure for it is to bring
the truth out in the open.

Well, you know, doctor,
this is, uh...

is a husband and wife thing.

Right? I mean,
if she chooses not--

According to the FBI,
34 percent of all

female homicide victims
over the age of fifteen

have been murdered
by their husbands

or by an intimate partner.

Cahill: But this man didn't
need to rely on statistics.

He knew the husband
was the abuser.

His continued silence was
gross malpractice.

Those are strong words, doctor.

Sometimes strong words can
save a life.

- Objection!
- Sustained.

I have nothing further.

You're asking my client to
play social worker.

I'm asking that he
take care of his patient.

She was suffering from a disease

called domestic violence,

and he failed to treat it.

Duffy: So we should abolish
doctor-patient privilege?

These cases are unique.
The patient--

You're advocating
right now the abolition

of doctor-patient privilege.

- Yes or no?
- Yes, but--

And this should
be at the doctor's discretion.

At his whim,

he should be able to disregard

the confidentiality of
a patient.

It's better than letting her be
beaten to death.

Have you ever reported the
abuse of a patient, doctor?

Yes. Twice.

Duffy: Did the police do
anything?

Cahill: No, but that doesn't
mean--

Duffy: Yes. And it's
very possible

that nothing would have happened

in Barbara Rosen's case

had my client...

reported this, isn't it?

He still should have tried.

He should have betrayed his
patient's trust?

Mrs. Rosen needed help.

She was in a state of
emotional paralysis.

Duffy: Emotional paralysis.

That's a psychiatric opinion, doctor.

- Are you a psychiatrist?
- No, I'm not.

Neither is Dr. Harbaugh.
Are you suggesting--

I'm saying he should've
used common sense.

And once again,
by common sense,

you mean that the doctor
should have overridden

the clear expressed intent

of one of his competent
adult patients.

Duffy: True or false?

True, but life--

Thanks, doctor. I got it.

Nothing further.

[door opens]

Leland just told me
about Totten.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

What's wrong?

You go out with guys much?

[scoffs]
I don't know. Sometimes.

[stammers] I mean, do you
have a lot of friends?

Well, a few close ones, I guess.

I don't. Heh.

I have my work and I have Ann
and I have Matthew.

And that's it.

What the hell are you
talking about, Stuart?

I kissed another woman.

I wanted to do it, I did it.

And she didn't kiss me,
I kissed her.

I don't know who I am
anymore, Mike.

[stammers] I...

[scoffs]
I'm not a good husband.

And I don't feel like
a good lawyer.

You're a great lawyer, Stuart.

Hell, you just beat the IRS.

You have a wife and a son
who love you.

So you had a heart attack.

You're human.

I have no sense of myself
anymore, Mike.

[stammers] I...

[Kuzak sighs]

Nothing feels like...

like me, you know?

Did you talk to Ann about it?

We try to talk,
but we don't. We...

We can't even argue anymore.

I wasn't running
toward another woman,

I was running away from Ann.

You still love her?

I do.

Then try again.

I don't think I can.

[intercom beeps]

Yes?

Becker: Uh, hello, Douglas, it's
your good friend Arnie here.

What are you doing at my
secretary's station?

Becker: Oh, well, I just
happened to be nearby

when I saw a Ms. Vanna White
approaching.

She doesn't have an appointment.
Shall I send her away?

Very funny. Why don't
the two of you go off

and have a vowel movement
together?

Now that's a pretty nasty thing
to say, don't you think?

Becker: You told me that
you lost yesterday.

It looks to me like you won
pretty big.

Could I have a minute
with him alone?

Becker: Oh, sure.
And, uh, I'll tell you what,

if the cat doesn't
give him back his tongue,

my office is just
two doors down.

Great.

[door shuts]

Why are you here?

I'm sorry.
But I just thought that...

since you're off the show now,

it wouldn't be illegal for
you and me to be friends.

Now I know it's a joke.

Alright, Arnie,
you can come in.

It's no joke.
You seem very nice.

Vanna: And when I told you
about the FCC regulations,

you seemed to receive it
as a polite form of rejection.

And I wanted you to know
that wasn't the case.

Would you...

would you like to have a date?

Well, how about a simple lunch?

No cash prizes, no assortment
of sumptuous gifts.

Just a hamburger by the beach.

I'd love it.
Tomorrow, 1 o'clock?

Perfect. We'll talk in the
morning and make a plan.

See ya.

Bye.

Get snide if you want, counsel,

but secondary smoke does not
cause lung cancer.

You are aware
that the United States

Surgeon General's Office
says that it
does.

- They're wrong.
Mullaney: Ah.

And would the uh,

New England Journal of Medicine
also be wrong

when it says that
second-hand smoke causes

almost 7,000 deaths annually

in this country alone?

We don't agree with their data.

But you are aware of their data.

- Aren't you, Mr. McGery?
- Yes, we are.

And are you also aware of
the recent medical reports

which say that
the risk of lung cancer

is nearly double
for all people exposed

to second-hand smoke
during early childhood?

It has been brought to our
attention.

Well, with all this information
in your possession,

are you doing anything to
warn the non-smoker?

We have put warnings on
all of our packaging.

Mullaney: Which warn the smoker.

What are you doing
to warn the non-smoker

that they're at risk too?

The law does not
compel us to do so.

What about human safety?

You don't find that compelling?

I need a moment.

No, I'm not going off the
record.

I can confer with my client.

Mullaney: Please make
note for the record

that Attorneys Flaherty

and Stadler are whispering

in the respective
ears of the witness.

Please further note

my amazement at the
witness's ability

to listen to two people
simultaneously.

- I object to that.
- That was Mr. Stadler.

Mr. Flaherty is still
whispering.

Even if we are aware

of the alleged dangers of
second-hand smoke,

we had no reason
to be aware of those dangers

at the time that Mr. Sheppard...

was exposed to
his parent's smoking.

What a lovely answer.

Was that Mr. Flaherty's
or Mr. Stadler's?

- This is abusive.
- I am sorry, Mr. McGery.

But your company certainly

knew about the dangers of
cigarette smoking

thirty years ago, didn't it?

Primary smoke, yes.

Well, did you do any testing

on the dangers of
second-hand smoke?

I don't believe we did.

So maybe the reason

that you didn't know
about the risks

was that you never did
any tests. Right?

Any particular ear you want that
answer whispered into?

We can't test for everything,
for God sake.

Well, you test for taste.

And you test for the color of
the packaging.

Mullaney: And you
test the commercials

to see which are most effective.

But you can't test to see
who your smoke kills.

None of the others did,
why should we?

"Why should we?"

Flaherty: I'm going to recommend
we terminate this deposition.

This deposition is over.

Michael, move along.

That was a very
silly thing to say.

I'd like you to know something.

Gwen: Nothing ever happened
between Stuart and me.

We have a professional
relationship and that's all.

Do you feel better now?

Last call.

Oh, no, thank you.

I'd like to get some sleep
before next week.

[chuckles]

Sifuentes: You're right.

You know, I think that
there's stuff growing in here.

Probably.

Is there something on your mind?

Harbaugh made
a settlement offer.

- Twenty-five thousand.
- You going to take it?

The client won't go for it.

I...

I keep telling her, uh...

- Twenty-five is something.
- Yeah.

Sifuentes: But then I keep
thinking to myself,

if we settle this thing quietly,

what about all those
other defenseless women?

Who's going to help them?

It doesn't just happen to
defenseless women, Victor.

It can happen to anybody.

You?

In my second year of
law school...

I was seeing a professor.

I was too young to
realize that...

that he got off on
controlling women.

When I started to resist...
he hit me.

Van Owen: And then he would
tell me how stupid I was,

and that I would never
be able to practice law,

and that I was completely
worthless.

For a while I believed him.

Finally I left.

But I will never forget
[tears paper]

the way he made me feel.

Well, did you tell anybody?

No.

I was afraid of what it
said about me.

Of the look I am getting
from you right now.

[scoffing] What?

Grace, it doesn't say
anything about you.

He was the sick one, not you.

But it does change the way you
think about me...

doesn't it?

Van Owen: You didn't before,
but now you see me...

as a victim...

just a little.

Domestic violence is the
single most common cause

of injury to women in this
country today.

More common than car accidents,

muggings and rapes combined.

Sifuentes:
As many as 35 percent of women

who visit emergency rooms

are treated for ongoing
physical abuse.

One third of all
pregnant women...

are physically abused.

Regardless of race,
educational background,

class, in America,

every 18 seconds a woman
is battered,

and every year, 1500 women

are battered to death.

Well, look around you,
ladies and gentlemen, really...

because chances are that
the woman sitting next to you

or the one sitting
next to her...

has at sometime in their lives
has been physically abused.

But you would never know it.

Partly because...

the police...

and doctors, like Dr. Harbaugh,

don't really want to
get involved.

They stay silent,
and they make it possible

for battered women to
continue to be abused,

and sometimes murdered.

Now, his lawyer talks about

respecting the wishes of
his patient.

This doctor...

knew his patient was incapable

of helping herself here,
he diagnosed it.

He also ignored his duty under
California law

that requires him to report
physical violence.

Sifuentes: He disregarded his
patient, he disregarded the law,

and as a result,
Barbara Rosen is dead.

"All that is necessary...

for evil to triumph is
that good men do nothing."

Sifuentes: Steven Harbaugh did
nothing, ladies and gentlemen.

Right now, he's hoping
you'll do the same.

Thank you.

If we start forcing doctors

to be whistleblowers,
you know what happens?

You eliminate
doctor-patient privilege.

Duffy: And battered wives
and any other people

that have secrets that they
don't want to be discovered,

will stay away from doctors.

People who need
medical attention,

won't get it,
because they'll be too afraid

to come forward.

Duffy: Suddenly,
going to your doctor

will become tantamount

to going to the police.

My God...

wouldn't George Orwell
be happy about that?

Duff: Competent adults suddenly

robbed of their
right to privacy.

You and I, suddenly

forced to forfeit
confidentiality

with our own physicians.

You cannot want that.

Of course, battering is
horrible crime.

And there's nobody here

that shouldn't grieve for
Barbara Rosen.

Stephen Harbaugh grieves
for her.

He recommended that she
seek psychiatric treatment,

he pleaded with her to leave
her husband.

He did everything he could...

except abandon the trust...

that Barbara Rosen
had placed with him.

Stephen Harbaugh is not
responsible

for Barbara Rosen's death.

And you know that.

Alright. 600,000 sealed.

You don't even whisper it
to each other.

I told you a million five.

What, did you
think I was kidding?

- No, just insane.
- Michael.

The man never smoked
a cigarette in his life,

he is dying of lung cancer.

Still difficult
to prove in court.

Getting less difficult with

every new study that comes out.

Okay, let's stop this silly
nonsense, shall we?

CJ: You cannot risk this case.

There is no contributory
negligence defense

against the non-smoker,
no assumption of risk--

Not to mention the
fact that my mother

died from your
little cancer sticks,

you corporate piece of filth.

And I'll make it
my life mission to get even.

I won't stay for this.

This cowboy tactic won't fly.

Oh, they will fly with
the jury, Mr. Flaherty.

And you know why?
Because I'm going to point at

a man who is dying of cancer,

whose lungs are corroded away,

a man who will
be dead within a year.

And then I'm going
to point at you,

CEO of the company
that gave him cancer.

A company that knew
its smoke was poison.

And by your own admission
in the deposition yesterday,

a company that didn't even
bother to check

the dangers of
second-hand smoke.

And, why?
Because instead of netting

sixty-two million dollars
a year in profit,

you wanted to net sixty-three.

No.

I don't think you
want to see yourself

in front of a jury, Mr. McGery.

I really don't.

One five, totally sealed,

no admission of liability,

we draft the settlement
to say whatever we want.

Check by end of business today.

Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

Mother of Mary and Joseph.

[door opens]

Hi.

- Hi.
- Got some time?

A-- actually I don't.

I-- I let everything slide
during Totten.

Maybe I should make an
appointment.

Come on, Ann.

Stuart, every time I walk into
a room, you walk out of it.

You're always asleep
when I come to bed,

or pretending to be.

We haven't had a meal
together in two weeks.

It's like you can't stand
the sight of me.

I'm sorry.

What's going on?

I have to leave for a while.

Leave?

I have to move out.

I know we have
some problems, Stuart,

but we can work them out.

It isn't sex, Ann.
I wish it was.

That we could talk about.

Is it Gwen? Are you
have an affair with her?

No. It ain't anything like that.

Then I don't understand.

It's everything, Ann.

You're watching me all the time.

[stammers] I can't...

work too long,
I can't eat anything I like,

I can't make love to you.

It's like I'm already dead.

I love you, Stuart.

I don't mean to make you
feel that way.

[voice breaking]
I won't do it any more.

I love you, too.

It isn't about that.

Well, then what?
What is it about?

I don't know. I...

I don't think I can get myself
back if I'm with you.

[sighs]

Fifteen years,
I think this is the first...

leisurely lunch I've ever had.

Then I guess I should feel
flattered.

I'm the flattered one,
believe me.

I keep thinking to myself,

a woman as, well,

desirable as you, why me?

I mean, I know
this is just a simple lunch,

but, why me?

Truth is, what you said the
other day is totally true.

Vanna: I don't have many
opportunities to meet

corporate bores outside
the industry.

Ah-hah.

Vanna: I also thought,

as boring corporate types go,

you're kind of interesting.

You didn't mind getting hit on
like that?

It's repulsive.
But you were so inept at it,

I knew it wasn't something
you did very often.

[laughs] You certainly are
honest. I'll say that.

Listen, I've had a great time.

- I'd like to do it again.
- You would?

I would.

I'll call you.

I'll look forward to that.

[kisses]

[thud]

Judge Saucier: Mr. Foreman,

has the jury reached
its verdict?

No, Your Honor, we haven't.

I beg your pardon?

Foreman: We're hung.
We can't agree.

Well, let's get back in there

and deliberate
until you do agree.

Your Honor,
the vote is six to six,

and there's no inclination

by anybody to
change their minds here.

Foreman: We've already had
a near fist fight.

While I know you
don't know me from Adam,

trust me,
when I tell you that...

this jury is never going
to reach a verdict.

This proceeding
is declared a mistrial.

Members of the jury,
thank you for your efforts.

Judge Saucier: The parties can
refile for a second trial,

but I seriously suggest
that you get together.

We're adjourned.

[door opens]

Okay.

We'll go to fifty thousand,
no admission.

Fifty thousand dollars for my
sister's life?

That's an insult.

You're looking at another
trial, Mrs. Klein.

Your chances of
winning aren't good.

And it's going to cost you
a lot of money.

I don't care.

We'll take it under
consideration.

- Victor.
- We should discuss it.

You know my number.

Ellen, I want you
to know how sorry I am.

Barbara wasn't just my patient.
She was my friend for ten years.

Then why didn't you
help her, Stephen?

[door opens]

[door shuts]

I think we should settle.

Keep quiet and walk away.

A jury won't ever agree
on this, Ellen.

Sifuentes: The law just doesn't
provide for battered women.

And until it does...

we just can't
nail guys like Harbaugh.

It's not the law.
It's the lawyers.

Klein: If he goes to the police,

the lawyers scream liable.

If he tells anybody else,

the lawyers scream

breach of confidentiality.

If he tries to counsel her,
the lawyers scream negligence

because he's practicing
psychiatry without a license.

And then when the lawyers

got him so scared
that he just closes his eyes

and lets an innocent person
get killed,

along comes another lawyer

to say that he was right.

Ellen.

I'll take the settlement,
Victor...

but I won't shut up.

I owe Barbara that much.

[door opens]

[door slams shut]

Mullaney:
You should've seen David's face.

A million bucks,
he lit up like the sun.

Okay, this one's payable to you.

This one goes to the firm.

Eighty-three thousand
dollars each.

That's a pretty good ending.

- What if it's not an ending?
- Beg your pardon?

Tommy, you just made over three
hundred thousand dollars.

Certainly enough to put your
life back on track.

But I bet between taxes, I.O.U's

and Lord knows what other
debts you've piled up,

you'll be lucky to net half.

Are we anywhere
near a point here?

My point is, that you're

one of the best
trial lawyers I've ever seen.

You are also one of the
biggest wastes of talent.

I have just spent
the last half hour

convincing Leland McKenzie

that you could help this place.

You've gotta be kidding.

I am not kidding.

If you let me rescue you
from yourself,

as well as your
administrative ineptness,

you could spend all your time
doing what you do best.

Trying cases. You could
actually make a living.

Yeah, but I'm not
the law firm type.

- Structure makes me puke.
- Give it a month.

What in God's name
have you got to lose?

Well, what would I be in for?

Well, they do have these silly
staff meetings

so you'd have to be in early.

- Every day?
- Every day.

But apart from that,
you won't be too pinched.

And, you could personally
see to it...

that this place doesn't
change me.

What the hell?

- Hi.
- Hi.

[door closes]

Anything I can do?

Stuart's moving out.

Kelsey: He's-- he's leaving.

Not for good.

He says I'm the problem. [sighs]

He doesn't know who he is...

when he's with me.

Van Owen: You love each other.

You'll work it out.

I don't even know
if he wants to.

Of course he does.

He never said so.

Stuart used to have this look...

like when he'd see me, like...

Like... he couldn't believe
he was so happy.

I never see that look anymore.

You two have been
through hell, Ann.

But you'll work it out.

And you've gotta believe that.

I can't.

[voice breaking] I've been
sitting here trying,

but I-- I...

[crying] I just...

I can't see him ever
coming back.

Hey. Hey.

It'll be okay.

[cries]

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