Ledger continues to cower. He shrinks back standing on one foot, he covers his head, he ducks down and peeks up every so often...
He stands up and looks instantly relieved. "Oh... whew. For a moment I, um, I thought you were gonna point out... like..."
He rubs the back of his head. "Like... like... how Ross Moebus and Jackie Riebreadski," Oh, come on, when are you going to get this right, "both claim their conversation happened around 7:30 pm that night..."
Ledger continues, unfortunately, "and, and then there's the test result submission timestamp at 7:45 pm local time, which... which I thought you'd all say soemthing such as... 'this gives more weight to their claim over yours,' or... the like, but, they aren't saying that, so..."
"And then I'd be all, 'nope, because of this, or that,'" without saying the 'this, or that,' instead seguing into "but then they'd be all 'but Mr. Smiles reports a time 50 minutes earlier, consistently, such as his 6:40 PM to their 7:30 pm...'"
"...Which is good, I think?" Ledger seems confused. "If they aren't speaking up about that, then... that can't be a problem, then, right... because then the whole thing about claiming to have a watch set to the correct time, and yet having a discrepency of... ten minutes instead of it matching to an hour difference accounting for a mistake from coming back over a different time zone? So... so then I'd probably have had a panic attack, and..."
The suspension of disbelief about how stupid a prosecutor can be grows ever thinner.
"And... I guess... th-they should say, 'it's weird that such a professional grade watch would be off by ten minutes at all from any other measurement recorded, so... so, um, they'd have accused you of maybe not going by a watch, but some other measurement of time you saw since you couldn't produce the watch in question you claimed to have, like... I dunno, a recording of something else with the time on display, maybe...?"
Beat. "I-I'm just guessing what they'd say, but, since they're not saying it, this is all in my head, isn't it. Right..."
He also has forgotten the lesson of at least fifteen or so seconds ago, apparently, and has somehow lost all sense of self-awareness in that he's the only person talking at all.
"...Right?" He grows uneasy again. His head slowly cranes over to Crowe, looking as dejected as usual.
"Sir. Please tell me I... I'm not discrediting my own witness."