Previously on The Practice: Joanne Oz is trying to take her husband (legendary legal eagle Raymond Oz) to court in order to be named his conservator; Raymond tells Joanne he doesn't need her to control him; Bobby shows up at the Oz estate to find that Raymond has murdered Joanne, claiming she tried to kill him; Helen tells Bobby she'll back him on an insanity plea; Bobby tells Raymond his only effective defense is to plead insanity; Raymond insists on going with the self-defense defense, and further insists that he will represent himself; Judge Kittleson tells him that he's going to have to accept Bobby and Lindsay as co-counsel.
There's a large media scrum outside the courtroom where the Oz murder trial is beginning; Helen, Bobby, Lindsay, and Raymond are besieged by pushy reporters as they enter the courtroom. Inside, Richard the Runt is doing his opening. The Runt cites Raymond Oz and his legendary reputation as one of his major inspirations for wanting to become a lawyer, and mentions that he wanted to be Raymond Oz. (Now that we know who to blame, Oz should be ordered to stand trial for that offense once we're done with this case.) Richard blabs on to the jury about Oz's ability to charm and mesmerize juries, and suggests he'll do the same to them. Richard states that the evidence will show that Ray murdered his wife by bludgeoning her in the back of the head with a trophy, and emphasizes how much he wishes that this weren't true. As Richard sits down, everyone looks to Raymond, waiting for him to start his opening. Raymond sits there with his hands folded on his chest, staring disinterestedly downward. Kittleson has an expectant look, and Bobby and Lindsay start to look anxious, until finally Ray gets up and starts to talk. He's wearing a dark suit with a red tie, and a dark plaid woolen scarf around his neck, which I guess is meant to telegraph his eccentricity but just looks goofy. Ray mentions Richard's desire to be him, and then points out to the jury that he has no children or grandchildren sitting in the peanut gallery to support him, because he and his wife never had kids; all they had was each other. "Ours was a great love affair," he says. "I killed her. The only woman I ever loved -- I killed her. But it was in self-defense." He points out that neither Richard nor the detectives were there at the time. He reiterates what a great love affair it was, and adds, "I don't know what will haunt me more: that, in the end, I took her life; or that in the end, she tried to take mine." Credits, commercials, you know the drill.