Whoosh. One hour has elapsed in Judge Rudy's Radiating Lair Of Pain. Team Green has Mrs. Green on the stand. How long were they married? In a weepy-widow voice, Mrs. Green responds, "In August it would have been twenty-three years." Blah loved him very much blah. Team Green asks, "Tell us what happened." Blah she met him for lunch, blah walked to his office blah. She went window-shopping. Bill went window-dropping. Wearing his SuperBill outfit. Mr. Green's neck was broken. Mrs. Green: "I knew he was dead." Ah. Team Green has nothing further. Judge Rudy calls on Jimmy. He has no questions. The Doctors are up. Bobby K steps forward and says, "Your husband was an accountant. An accountant who earned forty-five thousand a year?" Mrs. Green says, "So?" Because witnesses looking to make a good impression on the jury should always throw such attitude at the defense attorneys. Blah she's suing for fifteen million blah. "The truth is, Mrs. Green. Your husband was fifty-three years old. It would have taken him over three hundred years to earn that kind of money." Bobby K steps forward. Mrs. Green furrows her eyebrows. This woman must be wearing a wig. Her hair looks like she stepped off the set of Coronation Street about ten years ago. It's that bad. Wah pain and suffering, wah my husband was killed wah. Bobby Kennedy: "Yes. Because that woman." He points to Deborah. "Chose to be reckless." Jimmy snaps to attention and objects. Oh, come on, spare us the dramatics, Jimmy; you knew this would be their strategy going in. "You don't really believe that we're to blame for his death?" Jimmy's objection is overruled. Bill whines, "This isn't right. I don't like this." You know why? Because he's "crazy." All "crazy" people freak out in court. The Melody Of Mischievous Missions drones away as Bobby Kennedy continues, "She didn't care about ending her marriage. Do you think she cares about ending yours?" Mrs. Green: "I don't know who to blame, Mr. Aldridge. All I do know is that my husband is dead. And no amount of money can make that right." Then, for some reason, she stares at the defense attorney out from under her eyelids. She looks totally creepy. Well, as creepy as a woman who sort of looks like Dame Edna can actually look.